Step by step.
Slow, deliberate movements.
Arms outstretched, she pulls new life into being.
Evergreen, Persephone, the goddess always in bloom.
The snow melts under her feet as she banishes winter and wakes the earth from her slumber.
Gaea, arise, you are reborn ageless, draped in verdant beauty.
Persephone awaits you.
Call Diana’s moonlit maidens to join the dance, Spring has come.
Young love is fire.
It’s the that look in his eyes as he watches her laugh.
Young love is heated fights and the joy of making up.
It’s creating a life together in a foreign land.
Young love is carefree and brand new.
It’s the foundation for the rest of your lives together.
Young love is her hand in his.
It’s the birth of three baby girls that look like mini versions of you.
Young love is joy.
It is finding the one and never letting them go.
I am filled with a strange reassurance when I smell the salty, cornchip scent of a sleeping puppy beside me.
I know I am safe, because the moment I wake I can hear the soft rustle of fur and muscles stretching and dog tags jingling as he starts the morning with me.
Big brown eyes watch my every move and my every food.
A big brown nose bops me in the side when he deems he hasn’t received enough attention.
He does not snuggle but, the pitter patter of padded feet signal unconditional love arriving by my side.
My eternal puppy, it’s hard to see the passage of time in his face, but I see it in the way he lags behind on a long walk, or the way he waits for me to carry him in and out of the truck.
I try not to dwell too much on the passage of time or my heart will break.
What did I ever do to deserve such a good boy?
The fluff of my fluff, the love of my life.
Paint swatches.
Furniture choices.
Appliances.
Hardwood floors and is that crown moulding?
It’s upsetting the things that fill me with excitement.
Everything I keep has meaning.
A memory, a moment attached to so many items.
How can I part with a moment in time?
But at a certain point I think, the only thing that matters is now and all I want is to throw everything away and start anew.
But the past clings on too tight so I pack it away and carry it with me.
The Secret Life of Pandas 