In a lot of ways this has been the perfect fall day. We woke up early to the crispness you’d expect on a October day in Ohio. Under the covers is plenty warm and cozy, but the second your feet hit the floor, you know you’ll be needing a hoodie or sweater. I was just getting around when Cohen called to me from his bedroom, “its getting lighter and lighter, Mom!” which is his way of arguing the case for his rising. I could’ve argued that the sky was hardly light in the minutes left before 7am, but who could deny that cute little voice?
We ate breakfast, drank coffee, and got started with our respective to-do lists. David worked from home yesterday, outlining a new project for Nationwide. Larger than normal unlined white sheets of paper are spread out all over our dining room table. Sketches and arrows and his distinctive handwriting graced most of them, but others were typed and highlighted. He found his way back to nest of perfectly organized work and I found my way into the sitting room. Our bookshelves were completed more than a week ago, but were a pretty sizable painting job. Just finished last evening, I had been dying to unpack and rediscover my ridiculously large collection of bound words. So for hours I opened box after box, putting the contents into piles based on genre and then into alphabetical order before placing them on the white shelves surrounding the fireplace.
Hours later, I am happy to find space still left on the mammoth built-in with only one section of books to put into place once cousin Caleb finishes the last bit of cutting in. I was questioned a lot about the dark wall and ceiling (I say its plum, David says brown, and we’ve heard everything from here to there including maroon) and the ivory shelves but I am glad to see the reality matching so closely to my vision for it. Without a doubt, it is my favorite space in the new house.
When we’d finished we ate lunch and Cohen took a nap. David started working on clearing eaves spouts and raking leaves and I gathered 5 big boxes of items to take to the Goodwill. There is something very satisfying about getting rid of things. Don’t you think so? I once was a pack rat, but the older I get the more I like having less and the process of getting to that spot.
Mid-afternoon, Cohen and I met up with a coworker and her son a few blocks from our house and walked to the Historical Society’s Kid Fest.
As a side note, I never knew how much I’d love living in town. I liked the city plenty, but thought I would only like living on acres and acres once I had children. I have to say, though, that there’s something nice about having neighbors and being able to walk to community events.
So we met up with Candy and Garrett and the boys were in costume (Garrett was a police officer and Cohen was a monkey). They did a bean bag toss, played in bubbles, squished flubber between their fingers, made fall designs with play dough and trick or treated around the historical old home. There was a costume contest and all of the kids lined up along the sidewalk to be judged by (appropriately) the local judges and few others. Cohen was jealous of Garrett’s gun but eventually decided his tail could also be a gun. When they announced the winners, Cohen won for “Cutest Overall Costume”! He got his picture taken with the winners of 3 other categories and I fully expect it to be in the local newspaper. We walked home with his trophy and the pumpkin he decorated, calling aunts and uncles and grandparents to tell about his victory.
Right now I am sitting in my kitchen, waiting for dinner to finish baking. With a chill in the air and the overcast sky, it is the perfect day for comfort food so I am making homemade macaroni and cheese bake. The house is warm with the smell. I am sipping on my favorite Teavana blend- White Ayurvedic Chai & Samurai Chai Mate– it is basically fall steeping in a cup. If you like tea at all, it is a must-try.
Cohen and David are outside. Cohen keeps poking his head in to see if dinner is done or to tell me about how HUGE the pile of leaves is that they are raking up. A few times I have had to step outside to try and “find” Cohen under that afore mentioned pile of leaves.
There are footsteps on the roof just now and part of me wants to protest about my husband taking a preschooler up there… but its flat where I hear him walking and I know that’s why boys have dads… so they can learn to be brave and strong in all the ways moms would love to shelter them from knowing about.
I remember years ago, my Mom telling me that my Dad had said he thought I’d be the happiest when I was a wife and a mother. There were years when I wondered if I had missed the boat somehow… did my Dad just not know me? or had I just lost myself? or both?
Sitting in this cozy little home- our home– I know that Dad was right and while it is likely some things had been lost, they’ve since been fully recovered.
Some of you have written and said the tone of my writing has changed… that I seem content. I suppose that’s just what my Dad was talking about all those years ago… happy, content, peaceful, thankful. Sure, it isn’t all roses. Even last evening I was a little snippy and overly tired in the way we women sometimes are. But there is a settledness in knowing that the bumps in the road won’t entirely derail everything; that no matter how tired you are or how snippy, you will be greeted with a kiss and the knowledge that the day has the newest of mercies.
Cohen just poked his head in to promise me nothing he’s doing is “dangerous” and to ask if dinner is ready? It is. We’ll eat, redress our trophy winner in his monkey suit, and be off to the local trick or treat night at the park.
Happy. Content. Peaceful. Thankful.
Yep, this has been just about the perfect fall day. Be blessed, friends!