You know those women who love newborn babies? The babies are as much at ease with her as she is with them. And then there are those who just do their best to get through the continuous endless mix of days and nights with out rhyme or reason: calm the crying, get some sleep. I fit the bill of the former-give me a newborn any day and I soak in all the sweet smell and soft cuddling I can. And then they’re no longer new. Their cuteness is even bigger as is nearly everything else about them, but all things new are now bygones. Just when squinty-eyed moms are nearly over the edge hoping and praying their babies would start sleeping, It happens over night.
*That* is how I feel about autumn. I love everything about this season in Virginia save the high mold levels (akin to stinky diapers, I suppose).
Just yesterday morning as the sun was rising, I was working from my living room. My babies now all grown up and sound asleep; I had the best seat in the house.
Autumn Window
I always wished my babies would stay little longer.
Every year I teeter between enjoying the autumn season and fearing its premature exit.
In both circumstances I’ll miss what passes so quickly, yet I know there’s so much to look forward to in what’s next.
For today, I’m enjoying the best seat in the house. Happy autumn!
