It's September. Judging by the Pumpkin Spice flavored everything and the affronting cinnamon smell in the air when I go into any grocery store, the season of fall has arrived.
That means that I did not post anything all summer long. Part of me groans, feeling like I have lost many opportunities to document milestones, emotions, family trips, successes, failures and dreams. But on the other hand, I feel satisfied. I know that every time I started to write, the sunshine and an exuberant toddler caused me to look away and venture out once more. I feel like this summer was vibrant and full of activity.
So yes, there was a beach trip, a visit to Atlanta, many days at the splash park and zoo, and even a brief respite of a trip home to Richmond. But I have decided to not try and guilt myself into doing a lengthy catch-up post. It will likely not get finished and probably have key details missing. So instead, I'll forge on and look excitedly to this new season. To new routines and new memories.
I'm always sad to say goodbye to summer. Perhaps not the oppressive Memphis heat, but all the trappings of a season full of sunshine and movement. But fall is a rich season full of its own glories. Now that Elias is able to explore on his own to a greater extent, I have beautiful visions in my head of new activities. Pumpkin picking? Hay rides? Warm cider and cozy hoodies? It all sounds so lovely. But in the mean time, I'm going outside to enjoy one more popsicle and one last day of sun kissing bare shoulders. Because let's be honest, it doesn't really cool off around here until late October. Maybe by then I will be better about keeping up with writing.