Growing up I never understood why,
with the very first signs of spring – usually when the first songbird would
come to visit our porch outside the kitchen window and sing a little tune, mom
would burst into song herself with a cheerful “Laaaaaaa, LAAAAAA la la la
LAAAA…” If the day showed any promise of warmth she would run to the laundry
room and gather up everything out of the washer, throwing open the windows and
leaving the door open after her as she hung the articles outside and left them
to flapping merrily in the breeze. As entertained as I was watching my mom
freak out about spring, I still thought she was always just a little weird.
Embarrassing too – I bet the neighbors across every field could hear; sound
traveled great in our little valley.
Some things you don’t realize until
you’re older and definitely don’t appreciate as much either. For me, in this
particular area of my life, the realization came suddenly one morning last
weekend when a little songbird woke me up as the sun came slipping through my
curtains. I jumped out of bed, threw open my porch door and greeted the day
with a “LAAAAA la la la LAAAA…” I just couldn’t resist! And then I was laughing
– who is the weird one now? I have hundreds more neighbors in Portland than our
little country abode to wake up with my embarrassing spring song.
Every day the mornings are a little
brighter when I make my way to school and the sun a little warmer. My heart is
soaring. Being in love probably has something to do with it…I am so happy, so
content, and I feel so free to dream all that I’ve ever wanted to dream. This
is spring – I’m going out to enjoy it.
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