All he’s ever known is cold. It’s the unfortunate reality for Fall babies. Opportunities to breath in fresh air under the warmth of the sun are few and far between for the first several months of their lives. It’s why I always wanted spring babies. I live for being outdoors and want my children to do the same. But Fall babies are all I’ve ever known and so we stay inside and hope for an unseasonably warm day or two before the deep frost settles.
This week, we got that day.
I had other things to do on Tuesday. A long to-do list. Laundry. Errands. As much as he sleeps, I’m finding it difficult to keep on top of my inbox. And those emails were nagging at me.
And yet, Tuesday morning, I put it all aside. It would be a crime to stay inside on such a perfect spring December day.
So out we went. I dressed him in a short-sleeved onesie that he’ll probably never wear again. I strolled slowly around, more slowly than I probably will for the next three months. I watched his eyes gaze up at the sky and squint in the sun. I smiled at the other moms wheeling strollers alongside me, everyone out to soak up this gift of a day.
The winter is long and cold for Fall babies. But as I spend my time searching for the first signs of spring, I’ll be able to look back on his first moments in the sun.
This week, I am thankful for…
… springtime in December.
… small elf dolls and the magic they bring.
… this special time of maternity leave and the chance to bond with my little guy.
… teachers who look out for my girl.
… my husband who knows when I need to talk and who I can always work together to sort things out.
… conversations with some of my favorite people.
Looking forward to another weekend of family, friends, and holiday celebrations. Hope you can do the same!
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