Hello March!

Hello March! I've never really noticed you before like I have today. what you have to bring to the table. what you have to offer. your amazing under-estimated potential to change my entire mood & perspective. The promise of friendly flowered fragrance, vivid colors that aren't located on color swatches or you can find in a crayon box. I didn't realize you were so beautiful as the other eleven months. The clear, crisp, breezy air you bring... and then you bring your friends too. The bright mango orange sun, the periwinkle blue sky.. so blue it has a tinge of purple to it.. and the puffs of white so detailed it looks like they are handcrafted and placed into the sky on purpose to make my day.

Love smells like my babies after a bath & cookies in the oven.
like a kitchen counter just cleaned with c0lorox wipes.

love smells of paint thinner & motor oil. like smoke from the bbq grill making hamburgers & hot dogs on a warm summer evening. Love smells like car sick.

Love smells like hot coffee & homemade biscuits. Love smells like Great Grandma Ethail.
Love smells like chorizo & eggs. like fresh cut grass.

Love sounds like a 10 year olds attitude. like the 9 year old that tries the same attitude.
Love sounds like a window breaking scream that shreds your nerves. Love sounds like "mommy will you paint my nails?"

Love sounds like the beaters of a mixer. love sounds like a teacher conference. like a a slamming door. like a "your ruining my life". love sounds like playful rough housing that turns bad. Love sounds like basketballs bouncing and bikes whizzing around in a cul-de-sac.

love sounds like a car starting. like worship at church, or in the car or during housework. love sounds like runny noses and coughs. Love sounds like God's still, small voice.

Love looks like my husband starting his dirt bike. Love looks like good grades, awards and acheivements. Love looks like starbucks (and tastes like it too). love looks like and empty refridgerator. Love looks like throw up in a hard to clean place. Love looks like a two bedroom apartment with stained carpet.

Love looks like a wall of prayer. Love looks like a suitcase. it looks like the last street on a cul-de-sac where you wish you can ride your bike without any fear. Love looks like 25 years of distance and separation.

Love looks like an old piece of chewed up gum that has lost its flavor. Love looks like date nights, and kids sleeping in the middle.

Love is God blessing me with all of the above...Love is God seeing in me what I can't see in the mirror.