Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons ~ Author Unknown
It's Fall. Well, not technically yet, but it is in my mind. Autumn has arrived because Starbucks is serving pumpkin spiced latte; Downtown Brown has found its way to my fingernails; I've begun daydreaming about riding boots, New England, and crackling fires... and the kids are back in school.
Since the monkeys' first day of preschool, I've been "that" mom who snaps shots of her kids every single morning at drop-off. Exhibit A: This grainy gem from two years back...
I can tell this was a Friday because they've got their cute little show-and-tells. I also can tell that it was two years ago almost to the month, because that's when they happily wore their Chuckie T's with zero complaint. That stage lasted approximately two months.
Time is going by so quickly. I can't believe it's already Fall. I'm incredulous that my babies are almost five. There's a quote somewhere out there in the abyss that mentions the dire importance of sitting back and watching the leaves change color. I couldn't agree more. As I virtually sift through these years of photos of my sweet, funny, expressive children, their transformation astounds me, fills me with gut-wrenching nostalgia, and yet calms me at the same time. Just like Autumn...