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.

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