I feel like today was the first day of fall.
Maybe not, like, according to the weather man. Or the almanac. Or the moon. Or whoever decides when the blazing days of summer give way to a crisp air and orange leaves.
But for us, today brought high temps in the low 70s.
A dry breeze and sunshine.
Eyes closed arms out wide and a deep sigh.
And a craving for all things pumpkin.
Ahhh. It is here.
Luke wore long sleeves and I jogged in tights.
We opened the windows and listened to the breeze.
And ate clementines. Because we didn't have any pumpkin.
Think pasta with melted cheese. And cream. And more cheese. Yummy.
We stayed up past bedtime practicing our new trick.
Crawling! For real, like, across the floor.
There is a strange sense of calm in our house tonight.
I'm not sure if it's the crisp fresh air or the clean floors or the chicken spaghetti.
Or God saying, here, have a gift. Have fall.