This week is the first day of spring in my hemisphere. It is a place holder for a shift in the weather, as well as a reminder to take sweaters to the basement and find last year's sandals. While there were predictions of snow falling recently, the forecast has updated to warmer temperatures. The crocuses will be happy. 

 

We visited with a couple that we haven't talked to in six months. It was a chance to contrast how we are doing now, with how we were then. There are areas of consistency swirling around some significant changes. It was delightful both to look back on the struggles that loomed large half a year ago, which have subsided, and to chat about changes that are ahead of each of us. Some of those changes bring joy with them, as well as challenges. 

 

I like imagining a date with them next fall, when we will again pause to laugh, and eat good food, and remember. No doubt the weather will change its course, nudging me to tromp down the basement stairs in search of wool. They will go in search of tiny clothes. 

 

There is a satisfaction in realizing where we have been, what we have weathered as a couple. I was able to describe to our friends a circumstance that caused me great pain, which no longer does. I felt safe, without a hint of shame that I had grieved then, nor tsk tsking that I have come to a place of acceptance now. 

 

That kind of friendship keeps me steady through the changing seasons.