I can't let autumn go by without running my favorite seasonal quote:
"What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon?" cried Daisy, "and the day after that, and the next thirty years?"
"Don't be morbid," Jordan said. "Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall."
~~ F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
And so life is starting over, with fall routines, crisp weather and the realization that we still have too many summer clothes out. And Ramona has outgrown her fall/winter church shoes. Sigh.
"Don't be morbid, Karen ... you know where the nearest Target is."
Betsy started violin lessons. The teacher is sweet and wonderful and Betsy loves her already. I'm looking forward to hearing Bach in my living room soon. Or "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."
Anne-with-an-e is having some oral surgery this week. Urgh. Ugh. Arrgh. I'll be glad when it's over. I want life for my children to be perfect, always perfect. But, as they always remind me -- because I taught them so -- nothing on this earth is perfect. And that's why we have prayer and hope. And chocolate. And Bach. To keep pointing us to Perfection.