Changing seasons.

No matter the weather, the seasons are always changing in our lives. Sometimes from minute to minute, others years in the making. This moment marks the newest season in my personal life as we send our daughter, my youngest, off to college. It feels big. It IS big, but it’s in the small noticing where I find myself spending my time. While at the grocery I didn’t tap on each watermelon to find the sweetest, crunchiest one to bring home. The jingle of the latch on our gate that I’m used to hearing throughout the day is quiet. Piles of ever-changing items collected from around the house are missing. My husband calling out ‘Roo’ (Mia’s nickname) is not echoing in our home. And - there is a little more space to breathe, to make more things, and maybe even read the stack of unfinished books on my bedside table longingly hoping I’ll pick them up again. Dear brand new season of life - I can’t wait to get to know you, and me again too.