The clouds are shredding their heaviness and there’s a soft pitter patter falling on our sun-porch roof and a chilly crispness in the air that solidifies Fall’s arrival. The babies are in bed and Josh and I are unwinding from the day. There’s nothing better than dark rainy evenings for unwinding and I love the quiet hush.
It’s taken a little bit, but California is slowly working it’s way into my heart. From the moment we moved here, we fell in love with the weather and the gorgeous aesthetics of our area, but finding that comfortable fit and learning to live without the southern charm I’m so used to was difficult. I never really loved living in Kansas City, but we had friendships there (still do) and family just a days drive away, so it was easy to settle in. Over the weekend Josh commented on how he feels like he’s finally settled here. I feel the same. I think we understand the bustle of the city a little better and the perceived unfriendliness of passers by. Transition isn’t always easy, especially when you’re transitioning into a place where there’s no comfort zone. But finally we’re settled. And we’re happy and it feels good.
Where as today was the rainy Fall day of my dreams, the entire weekend was just as dreamy with it’s sunshine and breezy bay. We’re finding more bike paths every time we ride and it’s making me want to bike every where rather than drive. If I knew my legs wouldn’t fall off, I might try it. But these gams (Sara, I said gams just for you!) are literally jello after pulling my own weight for just a mile so I’m certain pulling the boys in their cart wouldn’t get us very far.
We hunted for drift wood, one of my favorite things, and attempted family photos (ha!) and chased little ginger-boys around.
It’s rare that those ginger-boys slow down long enough for us to catch up, but this weekend they did. We actually spent part of the weekend stacking pillows behind our heads and reacquainting ourselves with nap time. Content. That would be the word to sum up this weekend.
This photo is my favorite for it’s content. Ever since I can remember, I wanted to be a wife and mother. I wanted to spent weekends doing just what that photo depicts. Sometimes things don’t happen like you dream them or on the timeline you forecasted; But then one day, you find yourself settled and content and you look around and there it is. That scene you conjured up as a little girl, predicting what your future family would be like and it’s actual-real-life. This weekend and today, I was really struck with that realization.
How was your weekend? I hope it eased effortlessly into this week.