February rolls in, a welcome change of pace with tidings of love. And chocolate. What better time to start the blog I’ve wanted for years? I pop conversation hearts in my market basket, remember how it felt to kiss at the beach on a cold day in January. Fisher eyes me from the couch, lets out a small sigh. Red nails flutter over laptop keys. I am equal parts excited and terrified. Beginnings are heady things. Possibility. A sense of coming home. I head out into the day. Sly little smile on my face. This space. My place. Welcome.