It's starting to get uncomfortably chilly.
I'm not ready for this!
I think 5 years in Houston has turned me into a cold-weather wimp,
and although I love much of what winter brings,
there's a big part of me that just wants to hold onto these blissful autumn days
with crunchy leaves
and rosy cheeks
and breathtaking colors
and Earth's anticipation.
If I can't hold onto the season,
at least I can hold onto my boys and their handsome daddy.
I'm feeling grateful today for all of the seasons of my life thus far,
be they awkward, discouraging, hopeful, or enlightening.
Each one has been defining.