March

Every year I write about how much I love March, and this one should be no different. Two years ago I was sitting in Cleveland snow, about to get engaged, and last year I was overwhelmed with gratitude at the amount of support I felt from friends and family as we approached our marriage.

This year, nothing quite so exciting is on the horizon, but that's okay. We still have sun, tulips, the promise of spring.

January and February are awful. I feel less productive and less happy, there's no color, and the tunnel seems to have no end. But then there's March.

March!

It's no secret that I love March. March is for Spring, and March is for the birthdays of many of my favorite people. March is when John proposed (has it really been a year?).

We haven't had much time for decorating in the midst of new job, job hunts, wedding planning, and audition season, but I did recently order this print by Blanca Gomez for our house. It's exactly what I'd like to be doing today, on this pretty March 1st.

M-a-r-c-h

March! March is my favorite month. March means sun. March is Spring.  March says in with the dresses and out with the parkas, but keep your cowboy boots around for fun.

 March March March.

Audrey on a bike with a basket and a head scarf.

P.S. John says March is for surprises. (!!)