The Point Is

I awoke this morning to dark grey skies and a light rain drizzle. It is heavenly. It's as if it gives justification(I seem to be looking for justification often, have you noticed?) to my doing nothing but hanging out on the floor with the children all day. Why do grey skies do that to me? They give the green light to all things done indoors. Sometimes I confess, all I want to do is be indoors, locked quietly away from errands and social contact.

Jeff cleaned the kitchen with the children yesterday while I slept. That too was a nice treat to wake up to. A happy Monday for me. The happy morning let my train of thought chug forward full steam.

Our near future holds hay rides and pumpkin patches, sweaters and warm apple cider. Today that makes me happy and I feel ready for it. Ready for my house to be clean enough, and ready to embrace a new season with children that are a little bit older each day. After realizing just the the other day that the baby is almost 2(2!), I had a mini panic attack. And then I decided these are the hardest (not to mention fastest) days of my life.

But, hardest blurs the line between happiest. And that, people, is the whole point.