Most Sincerely,

Perpetual Motion

We live on front porches and swing life away We get by just fine here on minimum wage If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand, Rise Against

I have had the above song in my head this evening for some reason. I must say, those lines are some of the finest chorus lines in existence, in my personal opinion. I remember that song fondly as an anthem of summer days. Perhaps that is why it lingers in my periphery today.

My heart's desire is for the changing of seasons. I feel winter has taught me the lessons I was to learn and now my body aches for warmth to return, for front porch sitting with good friends and food, the smell of smoke from the grill, laughter, conversation lingering into the late dusk, meeting the fireflies.

Spring will come with all of her virginal newness. Baby buds wrapped up tight and then burgeoning to existence. In my belly a little bud of our own, secure in the cocoon of me, through spring.

I get such a tingle of excitement thinking about summer, about how ripe and round my belly will be. Of the sun dresses I long to stitch that will cascade around my body-- a vessel of new life. And then at the first hints of autumn, my most favorite season, our baby will be here. How special I feel, having this miracle to bask in throughout all these seasons.