When we came home from the hospital after almost five days, there were so many new spring flowers in the garden. The trees had started to leaf, the grass suddenly needed it's first cut, and after a long winter hibernation, it smelled fresh spring-y. That day was dark and moody, threatening to rain but also still warm in that quintessential spring way. Since anything outside the hospital had pretty much ceased to exist since a week before, it was so in-your-face. Since then, we've had gorgeous hot sunny days, rain, and a pretty hefty snow storm. In other words: spring.
Every fall, my mom tells me how the changing of the seasons reminds her of my birth. Now I get it; spring will always remind me of my baby girl's.