2015 kicked our butts…hardcore…and yet, in so many ways it was a pretty great year. It’s been a very painful one for my heart though; I’ve had my dreams crushed, felt the loss of loved ones deeper than I could ever have imagined and struggled through some pretty thick mommy guilty and depression. I can’t believe that Al and I seem to be stronger than ever. What an annoying god send that man is! On the flip side, an enormous financial burden has been lifted from our shoulders, I am finally starting to build a tribe of incredible friends that are in the same city and the kids made it through the “terrible two’s” with very few blow ups. I know, I know, treacherous three’s are just around the corner!
Each Fall, I feel a little sad that the camping and swimming season has come to an end, but it is hard to contain my excitement for what is to come.
I am very fortunate to live in a part of the world that has four very distinct seasons; and fall is one of my favorites. I love warming up with a cup of coffee on cool mornings when the ground smells of fresh rain from the morning dew. I love the afternoon sun shining in the windows and the quiet way the days start slipping into night without even realizing it. I love the colors of the trees when they start to turn and the fluffy piles of leaves meticulously raked, waiting to be jumped in. There is something magical about the fall and its beautiful.
Each fall, I dig out the bins of holiday decorations and prepare for the day when its “not too early” to put out my pumpkins and scarecrows. These fall decorations are like a gateway drug that lead to Christmas. My MOST favorite time of the year. The hot days of summer are a welcome break from the rain and snow of seasons past, but the fall brings a time of traditions and memories shared with family. Times spent running carelessly through a corn maze or riding on a bumpy hay wagon through the pumpkin patch, searching for the perfect jack-o-lantern face are memories I hope my children will one day share with their own family.
Even the food is better in the fall. Chunky stews, creamy soups and freshly baked pies make my heart happy and mouth salivate. This girl loves to eat and there is never a shortage of comfort food just a casserole dish away!
This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post, where writers gather together to share their versions of a completed sentence. This week’s prompt was “”Each Fall, I…” is hosted by Kristi Rieger Campbell from Finding Ninee, Julie Martinka Severson from Carvings on a Desk and ME! This is my first time hosting a link up and I’ve really enjoyed reading the responses.Thank you Kristi for the opportunity 🙂