Happy Equinox, sweet peas. The day and the night are equal and now the real work begins. Last spring kicked my ass (with anxiety mostly) and I have no doubt that this spring will kick my ass elseways and commensurately - cannot wait to see how.
This seems like an appropriately balanced day to prepare for the season to come. To think about hard work and explosive growth and raising teen-aged boys to know their own worth and to value others. That last part feels like an insurmountable task and an absolute necessity. Both.