I've been waiting for this month. After the heat of summer, the beginning of fall is the best feeling (almost, ever).
Layering, boots, hats, steamed up windows and crispy leaves. Gets me so excited just thinking about it.
This time last year I was dreading it. The cold, that is. I was hating constantly. Don't know why. Just was. That feeling crept into me about this time and didn't fade until six months ago when I started oh, hello jo.
This year is different. I'm excited. For what, I don't quite know. But, it's a tingling in my fingers and a couple hundred butterflies in my belly.
I feel good about the next six months.