We had a great time over Labor Day weekend. We got in some relaxing and some time with friends and family. It really does feel like the end of summer though. I always seem to think of the State Fair as the beginning of fall--and it comes only a week after Labor Day weekend. I don't know how I feel about summer coming to an end. I always love the fall--football, soup, open windows, bonfires, festivals, my birthday, the pumpkin patch, and this year my great friend, Trish, from Louisiana is coming....., but how did September get here? I really want to hit the pause button for a moment. What is my deal? Usually I am ready for a change of pace, but right now, I'm not.
I've always been a person who doesn't like my cheese to move very far. I think that having kids is showing me just how much changes, and how quickly. Last Labor Day is when I found out I was pregnant with Addie. This year, I have a smiling four month old. I feel like I have traveled through many seasons the past three or four years, and I don't just mean the time of year. I have grown and changed so much spiritually; I have had times of stepping forward and times of needing to fall back; I've been tied down to babies and experienced breaths of the carefree life; I've had times of strength and moments of weakness; times of loneliness and times of feeling surrounded by support. Several times when I mention changes, my friends tell me, "It's just a season, Rache." I am so thankful to have friends now that are with me no matter the season. More, I am thankful for an unchanging God in Heaven who has a plan for this changing life of mine.
As for summer turning to fall, the past few days were crazy. We went from a warm day for a pool party to two days later, harvesting pumpkins and gourds at my parents house, with a hint of a chill in the air. Norah is delighted that there will be "more to pick soon." Here are some fun pics:
Jamie, Steph, and Rachel synchranized floating
Matt (left) and Dave (right) off the board.
My lil' punkin
After pickin' fun