Fall
There are moments in my day that I find a few minutes to sit and I think, 'A good journal is certainly in store." And then the TV and couch distract me to submission.
Today I'm walking past the couch and going straight to the computer. Write this down. Every bit. The big things, the little things. The moments you won't remember unless you take the time to process it.
The moments in bed at night when your husband plays your favorite song and just unwinds you to sleep. The moments when you turn off the lights for the 2,423 time to scare you Mr. and have him get mad because he was skipping steps up the stairs...and yet somehow you still laugh uncontrollably. The moments when your student tells you he isn't very good at "spit ups" or that when they grow up, they're going to marry you. The moments when you get those morning emails from a friend that make you burst out in laughter. The moment you walk in at the end of the day...and burp a hello.
Remember it all.
Fall is quickly approaching with chilly nights and days getting cooler. I'm relishing in every bit that I can with honey crisp apples already stocking the fridge, coffee being prepared a little hotter, and bidding my summer tan farewell.
I was always a summer girl. Always. Because with summer came camp, but summer takes on a different meaning now. Do I still love summer? Most certainly, but I think fall is taking over. Fall means a lot of things to me in the past, but it also has lots to look forward to each year.
My pasts of the fall are not nearly as endearing. Memorable, yes. Exhausting, most certainly. But since moving to Pittsburgh, fall means beginning the countdown to our picture on the couch. It means our group emails start and I get to laugh throughout the day about what we look forward to most when Thanksgiving rolls around. Fall means Thanksgiving. And Thanksgiving means family and friends nearby.
Fall means a trip to Triple B to take our measurement and see if we've grown any in the last year. It means picking out a pumpkin and taking a date night to carve it out and display it on our lawn like we're elementary kids again.
Fall means the annual Halloween party. Something I've grown to itch for every year right about now. I never know what I'm going to dress up as until the morning of, but I still get so excited. Something about a barn and a bonfire brings me back to my roots. You know, my small town roots :)
Fall means rewinding five, yes five years to the moments we spent together in the tutoring room learning about each other only to find out months later that we in fact loved each other. It means laughing about our Tuesday nights out and our Wednesday mornings paying the price. It means riding in shopping carts and trips to McDonalds. Fall is when I started to see you through a different light. Edit. Find. You.
Fall means getting back to my students - something I'm getting to experience for the first time this year. I never thought I'd miss students the way I missed campers...and I did. I'm laughing during the day at their ridiculous comments and going home with a smile on my face because they are just awesome.
And the best part of fall? Running gets a heck of a lot easier with the temputares.
Fall, I welcome you. Summer, I will think of you fondly and remember in the bone chilling days of January how nice you were. I'll look out on my porch and wish I could lay out for far too long, reading a book...but instead I'll be cozied up inside.
Today I'm walking past the couch and going straight to the computer. Write this down. Every bit. The big things, the little things. The moments you won't remember unless you take the time to process it.
The moments in bed at night when your husband plays your favorite song and just unwinds you to sleep. The moments when you turn off the lights for the 2,423 time to scare you Mr. and have him get mad because he was skipping steps up the stairs...and yet somehow you still laugh uncontrollably. The moments when your student tells you he isn't very good at "spit ups" or that when they grow up, they're going to marry you. The moments when you get those morning emails from a friend that make you burst out in laughter. The moment you walk in at the end of the day...and burp a hello.
Remember it all.
Fall is quickly approaching with chilly nights and days getting cooler. I'm relishing in every bit that I can with honey crisp apples already stocking the fridge, coffee being prepared a little hotter, and bidding my summer tan farewell.
I was always a summer girl. Always. Because with summer came camp, but summer takes on a different meaning now. Do I still love summer? Most certainly, but I think fall is taking over. Fall means a lot of things to me in the past, but it also has lots to look forward to each year.
My pasts of the fall are not nearly as endearing. Memorable, yes. Exhausting, most certainly. But since moving to Pittsburgh, fall means beginning the countdown to our picture on the couch. It means our group emails start and I get to laugh throughout the day about what we look forward to most when Thanksgiving rolls around. Fall means Thanksgiving. And Thanksgiving means family and friends nearby.
Fall means a trip to Triple B to take our measurement and see if we've grown any in the last year. It means picking out a pumpkin and taking a date night to carve it out and display it on our lawn like we're elementary kids again.
Fall means the annual Halloween party. Something I've grown to itch for every year right about now. I never know what I'm going to dress up as until the morning of, but I still get so excited. Something about a barn and a bonfire brings me back to my roots. You know, my small town roots :)
Fall means rewinding five, yes five years to the moments we spent together in the tutoring room learning about each other only to find out months later that we in fact loved each other. It means laughing about our Tuesday nights out and our Wednesday mornings paying the price. It means riding in shopping carts and trips to McDonalds. Fall is when I started to see you through a different light. Edit. Find. You.
Fall means getting back to my students - something I'm getting to experience for the first time this year. I never thought I'd miss students the way I missed campers...and I did. I'm laughing during the day at their ridiculous comments and going home with a smile on my face because they are just awesome.
And the best part of fall? Running gets a heck of a lot easier with the temputares.
Fall, I welcome you. Summer, I will think of you fondly and remember in the bone chilling days of January how nice you were. I'll look out on my porch and wish I could lay out for far too long, reading a book...but instead I'll be cozied up inside.