This morning I soothed myself into the fog with a hot cup of blueberry green tea (my new favorite!), oatmeal with pumpkin spice and peaches, and a walk through the garden to find harvest treasures. I love the snow berries.
Finn and I have been practicing what to say to make friends because he had a rough go of it the first week. “My name is Finn. Will you play with me? Will you be my friend?” He reported back to me tonight,
His teacher says he is an amazing artist, always has a smile on his face, and is an endearing boy. I like her :)
(Sometimes to my detriment. Finn brought home a tupperware full of wolf spiders from Beepa’s house the other day. Lovely. I guess fall really is coming!)
It’s evening now and I still feel the same way I did when I drew the shades and saw those paper trees out the window. I watched a few home videos from when Oliver was a baby and feel like there’s a swath of fog between each of my children. The memories get just a little more faded with each one. Soon all that will be left will be a tree line of distant days. I might remember all that I put in this post but the rest will all start to fade. It’s making me feel all trembly and sad. I’m glad I took a nap with Oliver, told Finn I love how his hair is shiny like gold, and gave Harry an extra feeding today. These years slip by too fast to hold anything back.