I’m not really a summer girl. Out of the 4 seasons of the year, the hot summer is my least favorite, followed by the wet spring, I do enjoy winter (honestly) and love me a good crisp fall day. No, it’s not backwards day, this is how I really feel.
- I love a day in the upper 50’s to mid 60’s, and detest anything over 90 degrees.
- I like routine and structure, and get antsy without predictability.
- I’ll take jean and boot season any day over flip-flops and tank tops.
- Hot coffee beats ice tea every time.
- Football over golf.
- Chili crushes gazpacho.
- Raking leaves is more fun than watering flowers.
This year, fall feels especially beautiful to me. While the plants are slowly going dormant and preparing for sleep, I feel like I’m starting to live, a revival of sorts in my soul, instead of attempting to just survive.
Yesterday, Piper made the comment to me that she heard over 5 times in our one afternoon adventure of dentist/grocery store/school pickup, a stranger say to me “I don’t know how you do it”, when it comes to managing 4 little kids.
The thing is, I don’t do it well. AT ALL. I do it, because that’s the only option I have, and I really like this option. And yes, some days are beyond conceivably hard, and I often wish I had more help, but some days are really really good too.
And we’re growing up and maturing everyday.
(sometimes they just hold hands, I guess I did something right at one point)
I’m seeing the toddler fad from Gage’s eyes, and Paul is gaining independence by the minute. My last baby is hardly a newborn, which makes me want to scream at him “STOP IT!” and “WOO HOO, GET ON WITH YOUR BAD BABY SELF!” all at the same time.
I know this fall is my final season of raising a baby, and there is peace in that decision. I’m packing up baby clothes, donating used baby gear, and saying a final goodbye to stretchy maternity pants and pregnancy jeans that never fit just right to begin with.
And while I’m sad this season of my life is coming to a close for me, it also feels like a new birth in and of itself. We are a complete unit, all bodies accounted for. No more waiting for the next big thing.
Fall, the prefect season to begin again.
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