Signs of Spring finally emerging, a bit of warmth back in fingers and toes.
This morning I am taking my cup of tea by the river in my parents garden.
We got engaged on a good Friday, and drove to Shropshire in dazzling sunshine that weekend to celebrate with family.
Last year over Easter we made the decision to start trying for a baby, looking out over this very same river, impressed by our own nerve, it felt like jumping into the deep water, way over our heads.
And now almost exactly a year has past and our baby is imminent (if I could only manage to persuade her that coming through my ribs is not a viable exit route!)
This morning she's elbowing me as I soak in the early morning peace, a forcible reminder that I'm about to be asked to leave this train at the next station to the resounding cry of 'all change'
I am scared of course, mainly of the uncertainty to come, the physical pain of labour and the huge changes that parenthood will inevitably bring.