Tuesday, August 12, 2008
First class ticket to Funtowne.
The past two mornings I've walked out onto our deck, as I always do, to see how the birds are doing. Zeke and I like to bird watch, even for just a moment or so, and I simultaneously check the weather while we're scoping out our feathered friends. The difference in the past two mornings, however, was the distinct crispness in the air. It's coming, folks. Fall, that is. I feel a sense of melancholy about this for the first time ever. I'm usually *ready*...ready for the cool air, the pumpkins, the apple cider, and most importantly Halloweenie. I'm just not ready yet. I think having Zeke with me all summer made it quite different this year. He has changed my mind about loving the summer and all the fun that goes along with it. I've relived my summertime memories through him this year - and it's been superfun. Having a 3-year old is awesome - it gives you an excuse to go down water slides, get on roller coasters, have your face painted, and eat Tootsie Rolls. It's simply, summertime fun. And I'm not ready for that to end yet.