I love the changing of seasons.
Winter has such a peace about it for me.
I love seeing the newly fallen snow and how it covers everything in white.
And everything seems to get so quiet.
If only it didn't have to be so cold!!
Spring is so fresh and I love seeing the new buds growing on the trees.
And all the birds coming back and new animals being born.
But, it's also always seemed a bit messy to me.
Everything is wet and muddy and just when you think it's going to warm up, it gets cold again.
Summer is such a great time to relax and play.
And to be busy with family and vacations and gardens, and plans, and ... everything!!
At least I finally get to feel like I'm warming up!
But, it's also too HOT!!
Then, there is Fall, my favorite season of them all!
I love the beautiful colors in the trees and crunching in the leaves!
I love that the weather begins to cool off and I can start wearing sweatshirts and sweaters!
I love that Fall usually means the start of the school year and all the possibilities that come with that!
Maybe that's why Fall has always felt a bit like a new beginning for me each year?
I always get disappointed when the Fall ends up being too short because summer lasts too long or winter comes too soon.
The other day I had a thought.
What if I divided my life into seasons?
Spring must have been my young, growing up years from baby to early 20's.
Life was filled with newness and exploration and growth.
But, it was also pretty messy.
There was probably a lot of rain and noise.
And not a lot of consistency.
My married life and starting/raising my family has been my Summer.
And it's been HOT!
I feel like I am in the middle of everything and just sweating a lot.
And then there is Fall.
My kids are starting to grow up and I'm starting to see this light where I'm going to be without a bunch of kids around me all the time.
I'll eventually be out of the "heat" of raising kids.
It will be a new beginning.
A cooling off in a way.
And if Fall is my favorite season, then I want to be excited for this season of my life, too.
I love the changing of the seasons.
So, I need to recognize how beautiful each season of life is.
Whether it is the mud and wind in the spring.
Or the heat of the summer.
Or even the chill of winter.
The world is beautiful.
And so is life.