end of the week sigh

It's Friday night.

My son is in the living room watching his 'start of the weekend treat' show before heading to dreamland. My husband is in the bedroom watching some type of sporting event and likely reading some sort of financial publication. I am in the kitchen, the hub of the house, listening to my incredibly capable and talented friend Melisa spin tunes on KXCI, taking me to another realm allowing me to leave the work week behind.

We are all together in the same house, but all in our own little world.

Every now and then I hear an over powering cackle of a laugh that my husband genetically passed down to our son which means they have cross contaminated each others worlds, playing some sort of game that I most likely don't want any part of. I am certain that it has to do with tossing a child onto a bed or the testing of gravity in a way that would make my stomach drop.

I am content and I must say, it feels pretty damn good.

wee philosopher

5AM

Chilly Autumn morning. Both parents are fast asleep.

Enter Finley

Me: Finley, it's still dark outside, how about having just one more dream before we get up.

Finley: But Mom, I don't need to dream, I have everything that I want.

autumnal equinox

For the past few weekends I have been fortunate enough to experience fall, my favorite season of all. I'm not talking desert fall, I'm talking real live northern style fall.

The first weekend of October I flew to Milwaukee to see meet my sister for 48 hours. We spent our Saturday driving through the country roads of the many tiny little unincorporated towns. We 'oohed' and 'ahhed' as we watched the breathtaking smattering of reds and oranges light up the fields and forests. We got lost (as we always do when it comes to country roads) which forced us to stop at a tiny roadside greenhouse in the middle of nowhere. Surrounding the greenhouse were pumpkins and gourds of every size, shape, and color. There were fresh organic vegetables and fruits, flowers, plants, jars of honey, fresh butter, and golden dried Indian corn. It was a little piece of heaven on earth. What made it even more perfect was the carmel honey crisp apple that I delighted in after we hopped back into the car. We even picked up an unknowing lady bug that traveled with us for many miles.

The second weekend of October was spent in the mountains of Greer. We woke up to brisk mornings and went on walks around the lake, complete with a beaver den and dam. The grass was still glimmering with crystallized dew that crunched under our feet. We took walks in the forests and came across a natural spring that we drank out of. The water was icy cold and absolutely delicious. We enjoyed the colorful leaves that had fluttered from the trees, covering the ground and crunching under our feet as we walked aimlessly, astounded by our surroundings. At night I gazed at stars which seemed as large as planets while sipping liquors that made me as cozy inside as the blanket draped around my shoulders did outside.

The third weekend of October was spent in Tucson where the temps dipped in the low 90's. My shoulders got sunburned while carving pumpkins..

Enter 28 October and our glorious 50 degree morning. The skies are cloudy with just a bit of blue peeking through. The trees are swaying in the wind, leaves rustling. Everyone is moving just a little bit slower and bundled in sweaters and coats.

Welcome to Tucson, Autumn. I hope you are here to stay.

New Beginnings

Today I start little bits of documentation of my life.

I attempted this once before and did quite a diligent job. I journaled my sons life, figuring putting it on my computer was easier than finding his baby book when ever I had a milestone or adorable story to share. What I never contemplated that my computer would be stolen in a burglary before I could back up all of that priceless data.

So, here I am. Trying again but this time in a different format. Thank you Chris for the gentle nudge, without even saying a word.

See ya later...