I absolutely love fall. I haven't always felt this way. A few years ago I would have said I loved spring. And I still do. But the older I get the more I love fall.
I love swinging with my girls in the backyard and singing songs about falling leaves.
I love the gorgeous fall leaves on the mountains, canyons, and in my own yard.
And these days as I spend endless days carrying, rocking, singing to, and talking to our sweet little Emma, I can't help thinking about how having a baby is a little like autumn. I love autumn because of all the good things that I know are just around the corner. The same is true of having a baby. When I hold Emma I wonder what her personality will be. I can't wait to see her start cooing more, sitting up, crawling, laughing, running, and playing with her siblings. I wonder further down the road what her talents will be, what she will become in this world of ours. I look at pictures of our other kids, remember when they were babies, and feel deeply grateful that we welcomed each of them into our family. Through the days and nights, the ups and downs, each child has a place in our home, and I can't wait to see what each will do as life progresses.