October 1, 2008

Don't get me wrong

One of the only things that makes the end of summer even remotely palatable is the changing color of the leaves. Don't get me wrong . . . I'd be happier if it were 85 degrees out right now. But I'd be lying if I said that I didn't get a little bit of pleasure out of turning the fireplace on this morning. And I guess I did enjoy the cup of hot chocolate that downed a few minutes ago.

I think that fall will always make me think about the time two years ago when I was waiting to find out if I had a viable pregnancy. I was at the end of that journey and at the beginning of another. It seems like that was a lifetime ago. I know it's weird, but I feel like I was so young back then. I'm feeling very sentimental.

Because that kid, who was smaller than a grain of rice two years ago at this time, and was just learning to roll back and forth last year at this time, is running all over the place and is too heavy for me to hold for more than a few minutes at a time.

We are blessed.


mpotter said...

after i got over the beginning about a fire and hot chocolate ...

i'm glad you still hang onto those good memories.
that's fantastic!

Xander said...

your post made me reflect over my own past 2 years and i can only come to the same conclusion you did: we are blessed. God is good, even when circumstances don't make sense. We can always trust that.