This is my favorite time of year, yet it also has a hint of sadness with it. I was walking out of the gym yesterday, the air was cool and the skies were grey. There was a mom walking in with her 3-year-old daughter who was chatting along telling her mother that the grass really wasn’t wet.
I had this immediate wash of sadness that my days of little ones are long gone now. When they are that little (and they outnumbered me) it seems like it will always be that way: busy, happy, overwhelmed, and stressed. Then they are grown – all at once they were grown up!
I don’t generally walk around lamenting what has passed. But there is something about fall and crisp air and the smells of back-to-school that will always jerk me back to what used to be.