The deep roots never doubt spring will come.

Marty Rubin

After a week-long business trip, Mario walked through the door on Friday night with gifts in hand. 

Kiddo got The Hobbit on DVD. 

Me, well, I have a bit of eye candy in the form of a beautiful spring bouquet. 

I'm not normally a flower arrangement kinda gal, but he picked well. 

The bright colors and earthy scents greet me every morning when I walk into the kitchen. 

Spring is a renewing season for me. 

I'm not sure I have ever really put my finger on why before. 

My mood brightens, I crave gym sessions (whaaat?!), and my optimism soars. 

This spring is an especially important one for me, and I look forward to this impending shift in mindset. 

I shouldn't have to wait for warmer temperatures to release me from my glum-filled cocoon. 

But there has been a sense of waiting for my life to progress over the last few years, 

and spring reminds me that I haven't stalled after all. 

Semesters end, snow melts, and brighter horizons take over. 

I can't wait.