There is something sacred about this time of year for me.
Aries season isn’t just the start of spring.
It’s the start of my family’s story.
My youngest son was born at the beginning of this season the opening spark.
Full of life, energy, and that fearless Aries fire.
I come shortly after, on April 10th right in the heart of it.
The steady flame. The one learning, growing, becoming.
Even our dog, born on April 3rd, carries that same fire spirit loyal, protective, and full of life.
And then… there is my Angel.
She was born on April 19th the very last day of Aries season.
The closing of the fire. The final flame before the next chapter begins.
It feels like more than coincidence.
It feels like a cycle.
A beginning.
A middle.
An ending that is not really an ending at all.
Because Aries doesn’t just represent birth,
it represents identity, courage, and the soul saying, “I am here.”
And even though my Angel is no longer here in the physical,
her energy still closes out this season every year.
Like a whisper from the fire:
“I was here. I am still here.”
There is something powerful about being surrounded by this energy.
About raising children, loving deeply, and even grieving… all within the same cosmic season.
It reminds me that life is always moving in cycles.
That love doesn’t disappear.
That fire doesn’t die.
It transforms.
And every Aries season, I feel all of them
my son, myself, my dog, and my Angel
connected in a way that only the universe could design.
This is my Aries portal.
My beginning and my eternal flame.
Happy 16th ET Mommy loves you!!
Luna.D
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