It was Spring eve, March 19th. The kids were in bed, the kitty curled up in her usual spot, the house was dim, and there I was, ripping things apart and pulling out the flowers, bunnies, grungy eggs, nests, and birds late into the night. The house had to be transformed, I couldn't take it another second let alone another day. My heart needed spring as much as my mind and eyes did. Yes......welcome spring.......indeed.
Sometimes I wonder if I never rearranged again, if I never decorated for the holidays or the seasons, if I just stopped fussing about the mantle, the centerpieces, or the shelves if anyone would ever notice. Would my children and husband one day realize the house had been the same for months and months? Would they care that the flowers were not there or that the Fourth July decor never got put out? Would they realize that the Spring or Fall sign had been up through all four seasons? Would they care? I hate to really ask that because I think they might not. No one really notices anything when I rearrange. No one says they like the flowers, or the way the entrance has been changed. I have to tell myself that it doesn't really matter because it's something I love to do. It doesn't matter if no one likes it on Instagram or Facebook. It doesn't matter if my family cares or not. It's my way of being something other than just a mom. I have to do it for myself, so the decorating will go on.