Ahhhhh, Sweet September. The air is crisp and so are the leaves and apples. We have moved into one of my favorite seasons. Heavenly autumn has arrived.
While it has taken a few weeks to adjust to our new schedules, I think that we have a nice routine in place now. I am the new Program Director for After Hours at Montessori, which means that I get to be at home all day with Caelan and then work for a few hours in the afternoon when Daddy's day is done. It works out beautifully. I am happy to be back at school, as I have missed the children and practicing the pedagogy but I can't say that I wouldn't rather be home, either. All in all, we're going to be ok here. We have a little more money flowing in and I don't have to compromise on being an at-home mom. Win-win. Smiles all around.
Caelan, you are beacon of a joy and laughter. I look at you and can't help but smile. You have such a terrific sense of humor and I am brimming over with love for you. You love being outside- too much- and love to make other people laugh. You can say mama, dada, apple, more, all done, yeah and hello. And a million other things in your own secret language. You can identify 8 body parts. You can run, climb stairs while holding on to a railing, and lift things that weigh half as much as you. You are an unbelievably determined child and I hope you never lose this characteristic. (Even though it gives me hell sometimes.) You amaze us every day and we love you more than you'll ever know.
Today the whole family participated in the first annual Heather's Teal Ribbon Walk. It was a walk to raise funds and awareness for Ovarian Cancer in honor of my dear departed friend Heather Weeks. Thanks for helping the rain hold off, Heather. We love you and miss you. Keep shining up there. Your mom and lots of other people are working really hard to continue your work down here. Lots of love, money and prayers went to your cause today.
Does it make me sound like a crazy person, that I address people throughout the content of my blog? Oh well. I am writing this for my children, so to me it makes sense that I would address them. So I don't care what you think. Never mind. And to my children who will read this someday: you must already know that I am a little crazy, so why should you be surprised?
Ok. Laundry beckons.
Today I am thankful for having had the pleasure of knowing Heather Weeks. I will celebrate your life as often as possible and continue your fight against cancer in whatever ways I can. Thanks for visiting me in my dreams so often.
