It's hard to accept that good things change.

We take photos to preserve moments. I write. We think people will never leave or hope that they will not. We wish our relationships to weather changes, but just as we change--so do they----so does what you share.

That’s it. It is officially spring. So explain to me why there is still a dusting of snow on the ground and we need our winter coats? I find it humorous to hear everyone’s grumbles. This was life in New York. I remember a dusting of snow on the fully bloomed daffodils the spring we left for Maryland. This was at the end of April. Because hope never dies, I have complete faith that this is the last of it (even though I keep saying that and then it keeps snowing). It has to be the last. I mean, it’s almost April! This isn’t New York, this is Maryland!

It has been over a year since life started to become more complicated. Over this time, Jason has been handed a lot of poor health cards. First stomach problems that caused a huge loss of weight followed by a colonoscopy and endoscopy. His stomach problems flared up again. Then he got into his accident (he was hit by a car while riding his Vespa), broke his hand, and had surgery for that. Since then it seems like Jason feels poorly more often than well. Between and around all this has been his depression which is treated with medications.

My favorite moment of the past week was ice skating with River. He’s never been and I haven’t skated since high school where I did not have a particularly great experience (what with all the falling that happened). River started out holding on to me, then skating beside me and lastly on his own. By the end he was going around by himself. He fell, a lot. But he got right back up after wiping ice flakes from his reddened hands.  I didn’t fall this time and not sure if it was the youtube video on ice skating for dummies or my yoga muscle and balance (I guess the latter).

Today was a day of having my breasts fondled. As always, I feel a slight adoration of medical staff getting all personal with my body parts with skill, respect and gentleness. It is a professional skill I greatly admire as I could not image manipulating another lady’s breast to sandwich it just so between two clear pieces of plastic. Especially when lack of deodorant revealed the reek brewing in my armpits every time I had to move as I was repositioned for the mammogram. I have benign calcium deposits scattered throughout my breast tissue like freckles.