i love observing how moms, who are really happy to be moms, treat their children. like wow you lucky duckling, this woman loves you more than air. she’s been waiting for you. you’re everything to her. you’re going to have a great time on earth with her.
i don’t think the weather impacts my mood until it’s 55 degrees in february and suddenly i start texting things like “life is beautiful” and “i think i’m going to be okay”