Glorious weather here in NY–the stuff that September dreams are made of. The last bits of summer linger with the plums and tomatoes still found at markets, but soon those will be gone too in favor of apples, gourds and pumpkins. The cycle of life, the cycle of seasons.
We’re wearing sweaters, light jackets and boots. I’ve given up on finding weather appropriate shoes for between seasons now that I no longer wear ballet flats. It’s either sandals or boots and nothing in between. The girls grew over the summer in ways you can’t notice if you are with them everyday. It was only when they slipped on pants and boots that were stored and put away for the summer that I was able to tell that everything was a few inches short and a size too small. M seems to have grown whole shoe sizes this summer and we were shocked to discover that her feet and my size 7’s are nearly identical in size. Even more shocking is that Miss C’s are only a tad smaller than ours. When did this happen? Seems like overnight.
When they come over to the couch for good night hugs, the weight of their bodies is a reminder that in time–maybe even in a few short years–I will be the smallest person in the house. Can you imagine? I’ve noticed now when I’m cleaning out my closets that I’ll save certain things for the girls rather than throw them into donation bags. And it’s already started. Gave the kid some earrings that I no longer wear, her first pair of dangling earrings made from small drops of jade green glass. Her excitement over them made me smile. The little things, right?
I’m trying to conjure up enthusiasm for my favorite season, but it’s a little harder this year, I’ll admit that. Maybe because it signifies that time is indeed passing and whatever state of suspension I’ve felt I was in for awhile is loosening its grip. Ready or not, the season is changing.