October's Roses and Leaves

I’ve always given my allegiance to summer.  Bring on the sun and intense heat.  Guzzle the iced tea and gobble the ice pops.  There is nothing better than lying at the beach with a good book, smelling the salty air and sunblock, rifling through a bag of chips, and running screaming into the icy water once you’re so hot you can’t take it anymore.

But, so much of my life has been really lived in the fall. 

October is the month when…

My maternal grandpa died suddenly.

My two living grandparents celebrate their birthdays.

My husband proposed.

We lost our first baby.

We found out we were pregnant with our second baby.

The crisp air.  The mornings where you grab for your comfy robe and slip your feet into warm slippers.  The faint hint of summer sun when you’re outside.  It all reminds me of being giddy in love and hollow with grief.  Of the silence of God and the intercession of saints.  Of the last bloom of roses and the first dropping of leaves. 

And so, a new blog, to document the grace and grief-filled moments of life. 

Welcome.