i. love. fall. crisp days. kids want cider. or hot nilla milk. i always want chai tea. we wear pjs longer. watch the rain and wind outside. even close our eyes and listen to the drops on the skylihgts. little birdies on a feeder out the front window. bible. then books. lots of books. the coziest blankets. if its not raining. walking. walking is lovely. or a short bike ride. i have to wear a hat. or my ears hurt. ever get that? baby in a stroller. if we had a dog, dog on a leash. rubber boots. yellow. orange. brown. red. some green. soup in the crock pot. smells so good. mixed with the smell of fall flavored candles, they smell even better when they are a gift from wonderful welcoming new friends. quietness part of the time. kids squealing joyously the other part. singing from the hymnal. anxiously awaiting 530 when the man comes home. fall feels like the beginning. the beginning of colder days. of pretty lights and cinnamon. of the celebration of a little baby. our lord and king. who came just to die for us. so we can all have that new beginning. that new life. all of these blessings in a clearer light. each season. each day. new. i. love. fall.
Joshua 24:15
...as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD. ~Joshua 24:15
October 7, 2010
feels. like. fall.
i. love. fall. crisp days. kids want cider. or hot nilla milk. i always want chai tea. we wear pjs longer. watch the rain and wind outside. even close our eyes and listen to the drops on the skylihgts. little birdies on a feeder out the front window. bible. then books. lots of books. the coziest blankets. if its not raining. walking. walking is lovely. or a short bike ride. i have to wear a hat. or my ears hurt. ever get that? baby in a stroller. if we had a dog, dog on a leash. rubber boots. yellow. orange. brown. red. some green. soup in the crock pot. smells so good. mixed with the smell of fall flavored candles, they smell even better when they are a gift from wonderful welcoming new friends. quietness part of the time. kids squealing joyously the other part. singing from the hymnal. anxiously awaiting 530 when the man comes home. fall feels like the beginning. the beginning of colder days. of pretty lights and cinnamon. of the celebration of a little baby. our lord and king. who came just to die for us. so we can all have that new beginning. that new life. all of these blessings in a clearer light. each season. each day. new. i. love. fall.
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