Back when they were small and little, there was Fall. An actual season where the leaves changed colors and the air got cold. We lived in Utah then.
I miss Fall. In Texas today, it's 80 degrees and my flowers are still blooming in the yard. It's so strange to think it's actually November. I'm wearing flip flops.
And then there are my girls. Changed just like the seasons. Grown. That feels strange too.
Maybe looking back is the best way to appreciate the very spot I'm in today. Soak it up and enjoy it's offering. I may not have red leaves out my window, but my blessings feel rather monumental. Especially the 3 that have grown up way too fast. They are the strings that hold my soul together. Each in her own unique way.
Enjoy the season your in. No matter where you are.
It's beauty unfolded.