August is coming to a close this week ... and with September comes the promise of change. The winds will blow, the leaves will turn, and hopefully the rain will fall.
The fall is my favorite season to be a mother. Maybe it's because both of my babies celebrate their birthdays in October and it feels a little like a rebirth of sorts for me too. It's a chance to start fresh after a long work season and warmer days that leave us with fun memories but bleached hair, dry skin, and a sort of exhaustion you only feel under the beating sun of summer. As a wedding photographer, August is always hard for me. When its heavy with warmth outside I have to fight the urge to hibernate. I'd much rather venture out into a rainy or cold day- one where my daughters cheeks are rosey at the park because of cold air instead of a blazing sun.
My husband just walked into the room and put his hand on my head and said, "You seem less stressed than you have in awhile today. It was nice." At first I wanted to shoot back, "What do you mean? I haven't been stressed, I've just been busy!" ... but then I thought before I spoke. I chuckled at what I had just written above. He's right.
Bring it on September. I've been looking forward to you.