Pinks & purples swirled in my mind as I grew our little girl, dreams forming, anticipation rising. I lovingly name this series a generic Spring, not without thought, but with the sun's magic light. Like the beckoning of springtime after winter's cold, I'm awake to new, awake to now.

The intricacies of that fourth trimester are so present here, heavy within the weave of each piece. Burdensome and bright and lovely and exhausting - How can anyone really explain what that means?

This series is a thank-you card, a diary, a celebratory toast, for the nurturing that took place during a long-awaited spring. And the complexities of motherhood are woven throughout— breaking through, rising, beaming at me.