As I spent most of the day yesterday trying to stay cool in the 95 degree weather, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I was a little crazy for trying to channel fall in the heat of summer. But don't I do that for every season? As soon as it's actually fall, I'm planning for winter and Christmas. By January, I am praying that that silly little groundhog doesn't see his shadow. Then goodness knows I'm ready for the carefree attitude of summer right after that.
Why do I always look forward to the next season? What am I missing in my current season while I'm planning for the next? If I always look ahead, I'll never see what's right around me.
If I'm always looking forward to the end of deployment, I might miss the precious memories I'm making with my sons. If I'm always looking forward to when Boy2 is more independent, I might miss him sleeping in my arms after his bottle. If I'm always looking forward to our next move, I might miss the peace that comes with being settled in one place for a while.
Maybe I should put away my pumpkins until the appropriate time (like when it's actually fall) and go enjoy a day at the beach (since it is actually summer)!