Yesterday morning as I stepped out on our stoop, I felt it. I guess, I didn’t noticed it before, busy as I was with other things. That crispness in the air, the cold breeze blowing in my face, telling me, that changes are coming. There are leafs laying on the ground now, in the most beautiful fall tones and I take notice of all the little nuances, as I walk down our street with my baby girl strapped to my stomach, to the little café, to buy croissants and coffee. Hot coffee for me and croissants with chocolate for her sisters. She’s still not asking for anything else than what’s under my shirt, a taste of porridge and some mashed vegetables now and then.
Just a few weeks ago, days seemed to pass by so slow, like summer would never come to an end. Now, as I look back, it seems like it was just a glimpse in the air. 11 weeks of vacation that floated by quicker than I could keep up with.
Saying goodbye always puts me in the state of nostalgia. Saying goodbye means time has passed which again means that my babies are getting older. That we’re all getting older. For a mother, there is nothing more bittersweet than the passing of time.
Saying goodbye to summer means leaving behind late evenings spent outside, sun kissed knees, strap dresses and dirty feet in sandals, but it also means welcoming fall. Fall my favorite. Welcome to cozy indoor afternoons, knitted sweaters, eucalyptus branches in our window sill, wooly scarfs and little boots, burning candles and pumpkin soup. And my favorite fall activity; windy walks with my baby girls wrapped up in a blanket and her favorite Briar bonnet. Those little chubby cheeks framed by a little handmade bonnet. In my heart there is nothing sweeter, and though I’m pretty good at not holding onto much of the clothes that my girls outgrow (minimalistic lifestyle and all) my baby’s bonnets I’m going to keep forever. A reminder of the slow days and windy walks we took together, a memory of the passing of time, a keepsake that will keep reminding me how small she used to be.