It’s August 22nd and people all over the world are mourning the end of Summer. I can’t help but think, “No, not yet. It’s not even September! We still have months of summer!” but in the end, it’s sweaters like this one, Harry’s “Mama Blankie Sweater,” that have shown me I am living in a different world than I’ve been used to.
Harry won’t take this sweater off. He loves it, and who can blame him? It’s so soft and cozy and he looks like the most ridiculously cute 19 month old fisherman in it. This particular evening, I tried to take it off him so he wouldn’t be too warm, and his insistence that it remain on his tiny body illuminated the yellow showing up in the tree line, the earlier sunset, and the chill that hangs around a little later in the morning and shows up a little earlier in the evening. He showed me that fall was on it’s way.
As the girl who lived in a perpetual summer for 4 years, I’m excited for the change of seasons, but I can’t help but mourn the end of summer the smallest bit. I would have never guessed I would feel this way, but with a 19 month old, you see the joys in summer you’ve lost sight of in the Southern heat. The ease of walking up to the castle at 7:30PM, not worrying about the layers you must pile on, or the sun disappearing hours before. Waking up after the sun, even at 6AM, and feeling energized in a way you never can when you beat the sun up. Wearing a dress without tights and feeling the warm summer air dancing on your legs. Watching your child dance in the summer heat, running as fast as his legs will take him, exploring and finding every single flower to stop and smell.
I’m ready for you Fall, but that doesn’t mean I’m not already looking forward to you, Summer 2015.