57 degrees. Last week it was -1. We walked the long way to the park. Ruthie on her bike, scared to brake going down the steep hills. Annie sprinting the entire way, only hitching a ride on the hardest climbs. And Gertie, content and happy both in the stroller and out. We had a picnic of pb&j sandwiches, frozen blueberries, and chocolate pudding. We played freeze tag and climbed a tree house. As Annie said many times, “Mom, it’s such a beautiful day.”

But even better than all this, was the realization that it’s feeling normal again.

Easier.

And Ryan and I couldn’t stop chattering about it.