Yesterday was the two of us claiming us time, time to get away out into spring, time to be that couple...not mom, not dad, not grandparents, not budget makers.

Yesterday was time to be just us.

Yesterday was tulips, daffodils, violets and more, dancing in color, making us smile.

Yesterday was a bird, perched so high atop a tree, that we could barely make him out. He stretched that tiny neck and let forth such a performance of sounds and melodies that we stopped dead in our tracks and drank it in.

Yesterday was baked tortellini and salad, eaten leisurely as we chatted away. We felt like grownups.

Yesterday was crawling on the ground, trying to capture magic, and nearly doing a face plant into the garden beds more than once.

Yesterday was stopping to chat with new friends, talking about what to plant in a very shady yard, and finding more commonalities than anyone might have guessed.

Yesterday was relaxing on garden benches tucked into corners here and there and admiring a magnolia, watching its blossoms drift to the ground like snow.

Yesterday was meandering through one of my favorite antique shops, one that feels like I'm back in my parents' attic, searching out forgotten treasures.

Yesterday was book stores and craft stores, bringing home supplies to make new snail mail and send it out into the world.

Yesterday was pretty much perfect.