Today is a windy, fall day. The leaves are falling onto grass that is still green, thanks to our Indian summer. Earlier this morning, we had rain. It wasn't cold, but it was wet. And it was nice to be a little cooler. I, who loves summer more than anything in the world, might just be ready for the weather to turn cooler. To back up this declaration, I put flannel sheets on our bed this morning. You won't be able to accuse me of having favorites!!! However, I might just need to go try out one of those spray tans as every speckle of color left over from our summer has disappeared from this body.
For the past week, I have soaking up each photographed moment, memorizing the look of my kids at their present ages. The pictures tell a story, of a family put together over time, glued together by hope, touched up with love and making it through each day by faith. Faith that WE were meant to be. Believing that every bit of every one of us matters. That our pieces and parts, genuine and imperfect, make the whole package of a family. Our family. A package of 6 people wrapped up together; un-returnable and non-exchangeable. We are committed to finding out what's best in each of us, and putting up with what is worst. I look into the eyes of the people I love in these pictures and gratitude surges through my heart. Gratitude that extends far beyond the minor annoyances and hurts that inevitably swirl around being in relationships. I am thankful that I get to be the mom and the wife.