Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 comes to mind on days like today.
There truly is a time for everything and as the Fall sets in, I am painfully aware that I too am in a new season.
It's been a busy day at school and it's also my sweet baby girl's 18th birthday, the first that I have ever spent away from one of them as she celebrates at MSU with friends.
I hear others talk about their baby's sweet costumes of skeletons and monkeys! I hear the buzz of "Trunk-or-Treat" fun. It becomes painfully aware that the days that I knew would pass have indeed passed. I wasn't raised with a lot of monetary benefits, but I was raised with irreplaceable family traditions of looking at Christmas lights, making Christmas cookies, dying eggs, and "ALWAYS" carving pumpkins as a family.
Oh how we enjoyed that ooey gooy mess of what was inside and how I enjoyed the wonder in my children's eyes as they actually got to carve their imagination into the face of their specially chosen pumpkin and then stand back in awe of their very own creation.
Tonight I ran into the local dollar store to get candy for tomorrow's festivities in town, I rushed home to make sure that my youngest got to church in time with his sweetheart, I ran a part of a costume to a friend who still has a baby enjoying getting to trunk-or-treat, and I came home to work on study aids for a big night of studying tomorrow night with my "big" boy.
No costumes, no pumpkins, and the realization that my punkins' are so very grown and it happened in the blink of an eye.
Make no mistake that I am very aware of my daily blessings and am finding my footing in embracing this new season in my life as well, but for this moment, if only for a brief moment, I am simply missing my punkins and their pumpkins....
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