This whole last year has been one of return.
A return to new-parent status and nights in a rocking chair. To chubby thighs and belly giggles. A return to nursing and pumping and bottle-washing. To two-toothed grins and squishy snuggles and open-mouthed kisses. A return to some of my favorite things, like a "Love Monkey" shirt for a First Valentine's Day.
It's been a return to something I knew, and missed, but didn't know how much until I was smack dab in the middle of it again. And in that return, I'm wiser, more confident, more comfortable.
But that's what returning is about, right? The very nature of coming back to something makes it familiar and known. Only in the return, you stretch and grow, and get to know yourself a little better. And that's what I'm hoping for this Lenten season.