September is the month of maturity; the heaped basket and the garnered sheaf. It is the month of climax and completion. September! I never tire of turning it over and over in my mind. It has warmth, depth and colour. It glows like old amber. – Patience Strong (1951). “The Glory of the Garden

September 1st

Anna has officially moved out and in with a co-worker, it is always hard, and sad, and scary to see one of your little birds flutter out of the nest for the first time, I hope she knows the door is always open if she wants to return. Her dad had to do the dad thing and check her truck out before giving her a hug and sending her on her way.

September 7th

Anna enjoying the adult life and went to float the river with some friends for the weekend.

September 14th

We three went to watch the Texas Forest festival Parade and out to eat, enjoying some time with my guys!

September 15th

Anna came down to visit, fulfilling her promise that at least once a month she would come down and go on a family outing with us. We went geocaching with these two and they both had to take turns driving the new truck.

We found a good bit of caches and enjoyed watching the kids be silly!

I love it when they are laughing and smiling and being carefree. It needs to happen more often!

September 22nd

We wandered back to San Augustine Park because it was the only place we found an abundance of pebbles. The hiking trail is only good halfway around but it gets us to the lake where we can find the pebbles.

Coming back we stopped at the cemetery and place a pebble on each grave of his parents in Jewish tradition, a symbol to let them know we had stopped by.

September 30th

Anna is doing well, enjoying her freedom and her job, but we do miss her fluttering around the house, I think her daddy misses her the most.

As the fall ushers itself in, so does sadness. Sadness of bygone days of my babies still being babies, I miss my family whole and at home preparing for upcoming birthdays and holidays. I know each year I face this season, a season that used to bring my heart alive but now there is just quietness… to much quietness in my home and in my heart. Call it sadness or empty nest or whatever you like, but for a mom whose whole life revolved around her children, the change from childhood to adulthood is difficult for both the parent and the child but the parent dreads it while the child aspires to it.

Peace, love, joy, and blessings,

Becky

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