I don't put much thought into this space (I know my 3 readers are shocked by this) but at the same time, I am not writing for anyone else, just myself.
Riley had her third pitching lesson last night. I am amazed by her. She works really hard (without being prompted or told she has to) almost everyday. She wants to be a pitcher and a softball player. I honestly don't know that I could push her as hard as she pushes herself. I don't know if starting so young will make her walk away from sports at age 12, or if she will still be playing in her 20's, but I do know that watching her gives me joy. After her lesson last night she told Sherman and I that her pitching lessons make her feel good about herself and that learning something new makes her proud. You know what? It makes me awfully proud too.
Davis has been at the farm for nearly a week. On the phone today, he mostly just wanted to talk to Riley (who of course was at school) and he didn't have anything to say to me. I don't know what that kids passion is going to be, but I can't help but think he is going to need to be outside. In fact I hope he does find a passion that keeps him outside.
Life in the fall always seems so hectic. But a much different hectic than other seasons. I think that the clean, crisp air makes the busy seem so much more tolerable. I know that the commitments are all of my own doing, but I want to breathe in the experiences. I want to spend all day Saturday on a tailgate date with my husband. I want to be reckless with girlfriends at Oktoberfest. I want to drink wine with friends on a Tuesday for no reason. I never tire of seeing SDC covered in mums and pumpkins. I love trick-or-treating in our perfect neighborhood. I can't say no to the things that make life. I will commit time to myself too. And time to sit in the playroom and listen to the kids. I will commit to Saturday mornings in bed with the kids snuggled around watching cartoons.