March! You hold the whisper of Spring!

Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, 
say that health and wealth have miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old,
but add Jenny kiss'd me.
by Leigh Hunt, 1784-1859
I had this memorized by the time we brought our baby girl, our Jenny, home. As she grew, many a time she'd run to me, just long enough to wrap her arms around me, kiss me and tell me she loved me, before running off to continue her play. It's heart memories that will carry me through many a day.

Ah, February ~

the month between the icy cold of winter
and the blossoms peeking out at spring
ah, february, you have my heart
 from simple hearts on a stick
 to vintage buttons glued in the shape of a,
you guessed it, a heart ~ 
 it's a nice month to spend time in starbucks
with one of your besties,
and a daughter at that ~
blessings, february, i heart you

~ from The Letter Writer ~

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