pring hugs 🌸 I might have to frame this one!

There’s something magical about the first true day of spring. The kind where the sun finally sticks around long enough to kiss your skin, and the breeze carries whispers of blooming flowers and fresh grass. Today was one of those days, and I swear—it felt like spring gave me a hug.

I stepped outside with no expectations, just a desire to stretch my legs and shake off the heaviness of winter. But as soon as I opened the door, it hit me—the soft warmth in the air, the sound of birds actually singing instead of just chirping, and the colors! After months of gray skies and bare branches, suddenly the world had rediscovered its palette. Pink cherry blossoms swayed gently in the wind like little ballerinas. Dandelions peeked out boldly from the sidewalks. Even the trees seemed to sigh in relief, draped in the softest shades of green.

And then, it happened.

A little girl, maybe five or six years old, ran past me on the path, chasing a butterfly. Her laughter was light and free, like the very essence of spring bottled up in one sound. Her mom, a few steps behind, just smiled and let her go. The girl stopped by a patch of tulips and reached down to touch one gently. She turned to me—this complete stranger—and said, “They smell like sunshine.” I laughed, taken off guard, and all I could say was, “You’re right.”

That moment… that smile, that simplicity, that truth—it was so pure I wanted to hold onto it forever.

A few feet away, an elderly man was sitting on a bench, sketching the park. His hands were wrinkled, but his pencil danced across the page with such grace. I peeked as I walked by and saw he was drawing the little girl and the flowers. The scene felt like a painting come to life, and I caught myself thinking, This belongs in a frame.

Maybe not the paper or the drawing or even the picture itself. But the moment. The way spring wrapped around all of us, cradling us in a gentle reminder that life comes back. That after every cold, dark season, warmth finds us again.

I sat down on the grass and closed my eyes for a second. The sun was just the right kind of warm—not too hot, not too sharp. The wind played with my hair. A bumblebee buzzed by, unbothered. And for the first time in a while, I didn’t feel rushed. I didn’t feel heavy. I just felt… hugged.

So here I am, hours later, trying to put it all into words. Trying to hold onto that perfect, unrepeatable moment. I know I can’t actually frame a feeling—but if I could, I would frame today. I’d hang it on my wall to remind myself, especially on hard days, that spring always returns. That joy often shows up in small, unexpected ways.

Spring hugs. 🌸 I might just have to frame this one.