Little ducks

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The freezing 22 degree weather seems like the perfect opportunity to address my springish realization that I had Monday... no? Perhaps this is my attempt to clutch to the promise of returning sunshine?

As we have been preparing for our new baby, I find myself in reflection of the various "chapters" of my life. I am in constant awe of this ever-evolving "life story". Without fail, the next chapter always continues to be so different than I had originally envisioned it to be. I love this. What a peaceful reminder to resist manipulation of my future and just live. It is a story of my life and yet, not an autobiography. Why do I forget this?

Monday, while out embracing the glimpse of spring, I realized that if my current chapter were to have a title it would be about ducks. Little ducks.

This is very much where I am right now. In fact, in case you didn't know it--- I even sport quite the waddle these days. I feel like everywhere we go---even when away from my gaggle--- I am in constant thought of their movements. Crossing a parking lot, hands are held and we waddle, in line to play in the sun. Occasionally, someone gets their feathers all ruffled and requires a nice break to sit, calm down, and munch on some goldfish. We get excited when we meet new friends and we snuggle close when it is cold. Everyday, my ducks are growing, eventually reaching a point where they will learn how to fly. For now though, we will just waddle...

and play in the sun...

and allow our feathers some more time to grow.

Quack.