This is the snowiest Easter I can remember.
Though, after I'd given birth to Adam exactly 3 years ago, I remember seeing heaps of snow through my hospital window. It seemed to me that my pregnancy had been as everlasting as the horrible winter of three years ago and Adam's birth would mark the end of winter. And so it did.
This year I'm not pregnant, does it mean that spring will never come?
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