free fallin'

It is my favorite time of year. Mums, jackets and pumpkins in every shape and size. The Patch delivered again and we had a great time yesterday. The weather was absolutely gorgeous and the hay was as itchy as ever. We rolled 'em, we thumped 'em and we bought 'em. Now all Daddy has to do is perform his Edward Scissorhand magic and give his girls a Cinderella and a Dracula. With bats, of course. There were barrel rides, gourd rolling and this claustrophobe's nightmare- a hay tunnel. We even made our way through a corn maze of dead-ends and giggles. Thank goodness Big Daddy was along because I have no sense of direction and may have still been in there this morning.

The sunlight on those red maple leaves and that crisp breath of autumn air made a tiny moment- magnificent, for me. Whenever I question my place in this world, it is within these times, I find my rhythm. And with it, my way.

I forget sometimes through all the bill wrangling and tussling with the daily drag, just how lucky I've been to savor all the simple joy my kids have brought to my life. This gift has been a rebirth of sorts and in the years to come, I will look back on these times as the dearest, the deepest....fuel for what I pray will be many golden years of reflection. We all know our truest happiness aren't things, but perhaps it's secret lies simply in a whiff of wood smoke, the veins of a leaf or sitting on a hay bale with Dad.