March you whirled around and around.
March you spent hours on the computer, more than you like, but somehow still not enough.
March you stayed home, enjoying the grey days almost as much as the sunny ones.
March you held chaos and solitude, stress and delight, tears and giggles all within your arms.
March you savored the ordinary moments that make up everyday.
March you completed more than twenty-five loads of laundry.
March you enjoyed bike rides, movies, and coloring.
March you made me a better person.
Thank you March.
Unhurried. Finding the magic in the middle of living. Capturing a life of ridiculous grace + raw stories.