Perhaps I am my happiest in the fall. Late September, early October, a well of excitement rises within. The wind rustles the fallen leaves, waiting to be crunched beneath my feet. Birds start lining up on all of the wires, cawing their birdie cries. There is a peace that settles in, that only exists in this season. It is surely almost impossible to fully describe. It is my sanctuary.
School is now in its fourth week. I still find myself in a state of mixed emotion, so thrilled to have my boys at home, learning right along side them. And then the other morning, feeling under the weather, I dreamed for a moment of napping while Nic naps, while the older two would be away at school. But still, this is right. Right for us, right for our family—at least for now.
And no matter how busy we become, entangled in the craziness of life, my heart is happy with the seasons of change.
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