Somehow Winter always seems like the longest season. I know that just like Spring, Summer and Autumn it lasts for three months, but when those months are cold, wet and usually full of snot, it can seem to drag. Spring is on the horizon and the temperature seems to be picking up already so we have been busy enjoying it.
The beach is my favourite place to go, I love the space, the smell, the freedom, how it soothes my soul. At this time of year it is pretty much deserted, but it still holds so much beauty, it still captures my children's attention for hours and we still come home with that sand in our socks, glow on our cheeks feeling that makes me think of the summer.
There are things I love about each season and as Spring begins, I am looking forward to being outdoors more, rediscovering our favourite places, not coming home until dinner time because it is still light, shedding our coats and some of those layers and moving more freely, the beautiful yellows and greens that are suddenly appearing in the parks, bringing my Saltwater sandals back out and painting my toenails pretty colours.
Winter is ending and I will miss the warmth of walking into a heated house after an outdoor stroll, the excuse to drink hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows every night, snuggling under blankets on the sofa and watching the frost settling on the windows.
This was the Winter that Cora learned to sit, that she tried her first taste of food. It was the winter Finn started sleeping better and putting more words together. It was the Winter that Archie turned 4 and grew tall enough to press the buzzer at preschool. It was the Winter that Dylan got his confidence in the water and wrote all his own Christmas cards. I am excited to see what Spring will bring.