Nothing reminds me better how small my children really are than seeing them dwarfed by nature. My four-year-old is merely a speck at the top of the driveway, easy to miss, were it not for his bright blue vest.
It’s a wet Fall morning here in New Jersey, the second in what promises to be at least four in a row. I actually look forward to days like this. I enjoy the chill in the air, the smells, and the memories they bring with them.
My freshman year in college, started out exceptionally rainy. I remember requesting duck boots for Christmas that year because my regular shoes were getting soaked every day in the walk to and from class. 18 years later (holy crap, is it really 18 years ago?!) I still have those boots and they still work. Had I been smart, I’d have put them on this morning, instead of my black shoes. I love these black shoes, but I’ve loved them so long that the soles are cracked, and any time I step on wet ground these days, the dampness always finds its way to my socks.
I have fond memories of getting drenched on the way back to my dorm room in 1989 and finding that most of my floor-mates had been caught in the same downpour. We would all put on our toastiest sweats and sit around together drinking hot chocolate from a hot pot and bonding over the weather. That kind of thing happened a lot, and to this day, I like to dress down and cozy up with a warm drink after being out in the rain. I’m sipping hot apple cider as we speak. And if I didn’t have to leave again shortly to go to Eamonn’s routine parent-teacher conference, you can bet I’d be sitting here in my comfy Halloween pants and not these jeans that look good but have a death grip on my poor waist.
So, we watched Aidan get on the bus this morning, snapped a few more pictures, and then it was Eamonn’s turn to go to school. The rest, you know: hot apple cider and pants that are too tight.
I had such a busy day yesterday between packing orders, restocking shelves, and food shopping that I barely got to stop for air until late at night. I have some craftiness in me that’s begging to get out. For one thing, I have three pairs of lounge pants cut out and waiting to be sewn (I bought some beautiful Freshcut fabric that I just can’t wait to turn into pants for me, and some Robots pants-to-be for the boys) . Additionally I would love to finish up the Evolution of a Color Scheme series – I want to see if the canes really reflect the mosaic like we planned! I’m on the edge of my seat, but can’t continue until I procure some more yellow clay. I promised Eamonn we’d bake cookies this afternoon, but I’m hoping there will be some time for creativity later. If not, what will I blog about tomorrow? The weather? (Again) I guess I could always blog about cookies. (Again )