Friday, September 12, 2014
The beginning of a new season
It's been a good day. A good week. A super busy week.
Fall has crept in and it's still my favorite time of the year. It reminds me of love and being engaged and wedding planning and looking at rental houses with my Coach. 20 years ago.
But when "I drive your truck" came on on the way to school? It made me cry. And please don't ask why I was listening to the country music station. It was sort of an accident. Sort of.
I miss my boy.
Not that he's that kind of gone, of course. But his truck is sitting out there. And he's so far away. I haven't exactly been tempted to drive it just to think of him (the muffler makes my head hurt). But still.
It's a dark and dreary and COLD drizzly day. Pizzas are cooking and pumpkin muffins are sitting on the cooling racks and we are headed to the football game in a bit. After we bundle up a LOT. Brrrr. Even though I don't have a boy out there playing, this season, the kids still love our Friday night football games and after 20 years. . . well. . . it's just what we do.
Little Man is at a friend's house, so it's quieter than usual, even with two extra friends at our house. I want to curl up under a blanket with the fireplace going and watch a movie.
But not The Chronicles of Narnia. Because when "The Call" came on Spotify, it made me want to cry, again.
I need a slap in the face, apparently.
And maybe another muffin. (Seriously, found a new recipe, today, and it's fabulous!)
I just keep thinking. It's not that he's gone. It's really not. I'm so HAPPY forheavenssake. I really truly am.
It's just that this is the beginning of SO MUCH CHANGE, here.
The end of a season.
The "all of our eight troops under our roof every night, for the most part" season.
Cooler weather and the drizzle and the smell of pumpkin (all things I love!) are reminding me that the seasons are changing. So is life. Always changing. Never the same.
So I guess it's OK to be a little sad.
There is a whole lot to be happy about, too. For sure.