Spring was just a day away.
We prepared by folding away our winter clothes and placing them neatly in the drawer below the oak wardrobe.
It didn’t matter if the cold still crept in through the draughty front door because we were hopeful that the morning light would bring warmth and hope
Even if tired minds and sunken eyes from the long night before made us slow and weary, we knew we had each other.
And just like all the flowers that grow their first leaf of the year, our love did bloom. Because I was you and you were I even under the unknowing glow of the moon. We gave this house with its tall ceilings and condensed windows warmth and understanding. So when we sat to dinner, you in your chair and I in mine, I looked towards the spring and all the light and all the love that this new season would bring.