It’s over very suddenly.
And, I am surprised at my very sad, sappy and hormonal response to the past few gloomy days. Surely, we’re at an Indian summer stage and a nice warm night will return soon so I can sit on my porch and watch my baby run around.
I hope. I know it’ll be back next year, but that’s the equivalent of a pregnancy, which is a very, very very long time.
I cried like a sobbing silly today washing dishes and realizing that Ginger’s goofy little water shoes won’t be big enough for her next year. Neither will her navy and red polka-dotted swimsuit she carries around the house. Nor will her little terry cloth dress for wearing over the swimsuit fit.
I’m very sad today and I don’t like it.
