I look out my window and my soul feasts on the color of changing leaves, vibrant in their new Fall brilliance, the apples that litter the circumference of our apple tree, little balls of nutrients for the squirrels and birds that frequent our back yard. This is my favorite time of year, and this particular year is interesting to me. At 62, I didn't think much would be changing in my world, yet I did enjoy Summer and that is a revelation, a paradigm shift. I was told that the past Summers here were unusually hot, and this past Summer was the norm. It has been alluring in its beauty, drawing me outside every morning for devotions midst the starting of the day, not yet too warm, gentle breezes blowing, birds greeting the day in song. Sitting outside with my love, conversations held watching the world go by on our little neighborhood street as he tends the grill, which gets a workout every Summer. All in all, I am a convert and have to say that some sadness rose up in me for its passing.
But then that little something in the coolness of the breeze, that hint of the coming of Winter....but not quite yet, grabbed my heart and I remembered that Fall feels most familiar. Favorite colors, favorite soups, favorite clothes, how good it feels to come in out of the cold, yes, Fall is my favorite. Ask me in Winter, and I might say Winter is my favorite...or Spring...and now, perhaps Summer. But I do believe in my heart of hearts, that Fall will always be that time when my soul feels most fed, most at peace.
I hopefully have many years left, but I do feel the need to appreciate each season, because how many are left I don't know. So as the candle holder sparkles its design on the wall through an Autumn sun, I appreciate each nuance. Each day with Renaissance Man, cherished, thankful to a God who so lovingly granted 18 years' worth of prayers. Time moves on, through the seasons, and I move with them, both of us silently. I worry that I haven't done enough, and I haven't, either through inability because of finances or fear, but I am confident that when I get "Home," none of that will matter.
Right now, it is enough to have this unique, amazing man, my husband (how I love that word, "husband"), our sweet kids and our family and friends, our sweet, sweet little pup and see what each day brings. The thing is not to miss the moments. Be present as they say, and I am, and through un-telling eyes, I marvel at the gifts He gives with every sunrise.♥