Saturday morning was a morning to relish both kinds of seasons. It was a crisp, fall morning but warm enough to be out and about playing and working in the backyard. I began tearing out the summer garden, a reminder that memories to be made for summer 2014 are now locked away and pumpkins, leaf piles, and Halloween memories are waiting to be made.
The best part of the morning was kicking the soccer ball back and forth with little boy #1 and then watching both boys dribble the ball with each other across the yard. Then…the moment came; the one you want to capture in your mind and never let slip away. A big gust of wind blew through the trees. Golden leaves tore away from their branches, swirling around us before scattering across the grass. The boys stopped in their tracks, looked up, eyes will with amazement, and filled the air with delighted giggles. Simultaneously, I drank in the sound of their innocence and felt like twirling with the leaves myself. As quickly as the moment came, it passed and though the wind was chilly, my heart was warmed all of the way through.
Seasons will always change. When the winter, either outside of our house or inside of our heart, is especially difficult, this inevitable change is welcome. When the season is inviting, and every moment is golden, seeing the season pass is disappointing. However, our life will be lived and looked back upon not based upon the unrelenting seasons we live through but how we respond to each season. Look for rays of light peeking through the storm clouds while you wait for them to pass, and when the sun is shining in all of its boldness, remember that the clouds teach us to appreciate the sun. If a leaf pile is near by in the next few weeks, run and jump!