life that is. day after day. hour after hour. and it's actually not droning on the way it has so often before.
tonight my mom and I will watch a movie together and ignore all our "responsibilities"; because doing so brings us back to a time not too many months ago when days were shorter and harder, but there was more love than we even knew what to do with.
and so it proves true again:
spring time is the breakfast of nostalgia.