I’ve always loved this quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald (one of my favorite American authors), but it hasn’t really rang true until I started getting older. Other than my birthday, fall was a season I didn’t look forward to because it meant school and colder weather, and this southern girl loved hot summers.
But this fall has felt different. August really was just a terrible month for me. I dealt with so many changes and transitions–being away from Harrison for the first time, Harrison going to preschool, and then when he contracted the stomach virus, it threw off all normalcy with him because my goal literally was for him to just hold down any sort of liquids.
Today I’m coming off of a long holiday weekend and starting a new month, and things feel like a fresh start. The house is decorated for fall, I’m burning fall candles, and in my mind, I’ve left summer behind. I know this is a ton of rambling, but is anyone else feeling this way too?
And don’t forget about linking up with me and Emily tomorrow! I’m so excited to share my fall bucket list with Dustin and Harrison!