I started my journey into adulthood at quite a young age. It obviously wasn’t intentional. Having a baby before I turned 20 years old was not something I had planned on. Yet, it happened.

My husband and I have been married for 18 years, and our daughter is leaving for college in the summer. It’s hard for me to believe that it’s already time for her to leave home when it feels like I just brought her home.

The last few years have felt like a series of transitions, but never a new season. However, as spring begins this week, I can’t help but feel that a new season is upon us. Not just a transition. Not just a slight narrative change. But a whole new season. A new book. A new chapter.

I can’t know what that means, but the feeling of newness is stirring in my soul.