Ahh, I love summertime! That picture above or Greg and Cameron, I have vivid memories of. Not because it was a super eventful, exciting day, but because I remember the weather… the sounds… the feeling I had standing out there on Pearl Street in Boulder with my family. I love those moments where you remember to stop and take it all in.

In a brief conversation with Greg before leaving for working this morning I decided that I don’t dislike the season of Fall, it’s Winter that I don’t love.

Fall is nice here Colorado. Fall for much of this state means warm days and cold nights. I’m okay with that. It’s still easy to go outdoors and not be miserable, ie) have your snot freeze while you walk from your car and 300 ft. into a store, only to have your nose “defrost” once inside. Being cooped up indoors due to the cold weather and not getting any sunlight or a fresh, warm breeze on my face for months at a time, really takes a toll on me mentally. While I enjoy Thanksgiving and Christmas, sometimes I wonder if I’d enjoy them more if it was sunny and warm!

I love the long days of summertime and I’ve noticed that the days are getting shorter and shorter, too quickly for my liking. It's getting darker, quicker in the evening... and staying darker longer in the morning. Yuck. We "Fall back" soon, which will be interesting with Cameron. Ugh. I know all other parents are going through the same thing, but having him wake up at 5:30 because his body says it's 6:30 is not my cup of tea. PLUS,  we've tried the whole "put him to bed later, maybe he'll sleep longer." Yeah, doesn't work with our kid. Bummer. I guess time will tell.


But the point to my post was that yesterday, I read this:

"You will never have this day with your children again.
Tomorrow, they'll be a little bit older than they were today.
This day is a gift.
Breathe and notice.
Smell and touch them;
Study their faces and little feet and pay attention.
RELISH THE CHARMS of THE PRESENT.

Enjoy today, mama.
It will be over before you know it."

And it's true. Cameron has changed from infant to toddler in truly, the blink of an eye. But every day I take the time to admire him and his features. If he's sitting in my lap, I'll smell his hair. If he's lying across me, I'll rub his back, his arms, or his legs. I'll run my fingers through his hair. After he falls asleep, I'll often sneak into his room to stare at his perfect, little face, hands and feet. Those moments I just try to take in and enjoy him as he is. Sometimes when he's running amok around the house it can be a bit difficult. :)