March always feels like a whirlwind of little celebrations. Women’s Day, St. Patrick’s Day, the first signs of spring... It’s like the whole month is whispering, "Be bold, be bright, be a little magical." 🌿 I love how every holiday in March brings a special mood — flowers, laughter, promises of warmth, and a hint of adventure in the air. 🌸

But for me, the most special "holiday" isn’t marked on any calendar. It’s that quiet, stolen moment when you feel butterflies for no reason, when someone’s words or gaze make your heart race. 🦋 No glass of wine or clover charm compares to the thrill of that connection.

I catch myself wondering: when will that next spark appear? Will it be a look, a smile, or something written between the lines? ✨ I like the feeling of anticipation — like something wonderful is just around the corner. 🌙