It's hard to imagine that it has been 8 months. It's pretty much fall. Each season that passes, reminds me how quickly things can change, how quickly children grow, flowers fade. How quickly the time passes but days drag on. How I am torn between nurturing my healthy children to grow and wanting them to stay the same for memory sake. It's to imagine that only one short year ago I was blogging about our cicada collection, new chore charts, and stomping around the woods with my lively kindergartener, 3 year old and infant. Now, a short 12 months later, I am blogging about learning to live through loss, adoption, and a flourishing preschooler and toddler. Fall was the last season we got to enjoy with Thao. I've never liked fall very much, except for the sound of leaves crunching under foot. Fall is just a reminder of the inevitable winter around the corner. Cold, ice, snow-no thanks! But now, it's also a reminder of time that quickly fades. A reminder not to take things for granted. A reminder to cherish the small things, to focus on the big picture. It's easy to get caught up again in everyday life or get lost in grief. Fall is my reminder to treasure people over projects, be thankful for my blessings, and look forward to my treasure in heaven.
