Most people get depressed when it rains, especially in SoCal. But I have to say that when I woke to showers this morning, complete with thunder and lightning, I couldn't have been more pleased. Each of the four seasons has its own beauty to offer, but autumn just brings me the most joy. The air cools down, the house warms up and things seem a bit more peaceful.
I can remember being a kid and itching for summer vacation. It was hot everyday and I would spend weeks at a time at my grandparents' house, swimming in their backyard pool. And with no homework and no place to be, summer seemed to last forever. But, appropriately enough, as the seasons of my life have changed, I've grown to love the passing of summer into fall. It's definitely not the rain I love (just ask anyone else with naturally curly hair). It's more of a cozy, curling up in your favorite chair kind of feeling.
Summer is sunny yellows, ocean splashes and plump fruit juicy-ness. Winter is icy blues and frosty smiles. Spring is fresh greens, new growth and rebirth. To me, fall is the start of it all...warm reds and crunchy browns, being welcomed inside to spicy aromas, friendly tricks and back-to-school treats. After seeking adventure and excitement in the summer sun, fall lets you get back to your roots.
Jon and I got married on the first day of fall, September 22nd, 2000. Perhaps that's why I experience fall as a beginning and not an end. Two days from now will mark the 5th anniversary of the day we began this amazing journey together. The foundations of our love go back much further, but that first autumn day marks the beginning of our true union and commitment to family and future.
This year I find myself giddy with thoughts of taking Isaiah to the pumpkin patch and watching him (inevitably toddling) around the Thanksgiving table. We'll celebrate his first birthday this fall and marvel at the amazing grace and goodness that created him and chose us to be his parents.
Snuggle up, everybody. It's just around the corner.
Thanks for listening.