Delicious Autumn
Thank you, Mr. Eliot for perfectly describing how I feel about this time of year. (Ahem, I do get a tad bit of credit for the picture, no?) September through December are my favorite months of the year. EASILY. I have always loved Autumn because I have lots of happy memories associated with this time of year.
I always loved going back to school so that one is obvious. But then there's the trip I took with Val & Nat to visit Michelle in Washington, D.C. There's the beginning of my romantic relationship with Danny, the birth of my child, and the fact that it seems to bring with it a feeling of hope, renewal and new beginnings. I feel like the cool, crisp air makes me want to get up and do something. I even feel cheerier. More than anything, everywhere I look is evidence of God's love for us. Everywhere we look is evidence that He EXISTS. That He created this earth and the things on it for us to enjoy. It honestly makes my heart swell with joy.
I know I make Danny anxious when we're driving because I will literally gasp or violently inhale when I see a particularly gorgeous bunch of trees or shrubbery. I can't help it. (I bet he's secretly glad when the leaves have all died and the branches are barren...just for the sake of his heart).
The other day, we picked Danny up from work and we hurried up Millcreek Canyon before the sun went down. We had a picnic and soaked up the view. I have to laugh at myself because I KNOW I'm ridiculous with how emotional it makes me but like I said--I literally cannot help it.
This is one of the only times when I will allow myself to use the phrase "it is what it is".
Some of these are iPod pictures so please forgive the grainy quality :)
And don't get me wrong. I love me some sweaters, boots, hot chocolate, fleece hoodies and scarves. (Do you like how I threw in a food reference with a bunch of items of clothing?) Plus, now that I'm addicted to Pinterest, I have a whole wardrobe available to me that I didn't know I had. (If only). I'd wear THESE...



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