That quote has been making its rounds through Instagram, and it gets me every time.
October signals the beginning of all the best things. I love this month and all of its pumpkin-flavored goodness. I was always a little jealous of my sister for being a cool and crisp October baby while I was a gross and sweaty August baby. Also, opals are way prettier than peridots.
This weekend is one of my favorite weekends of the year – General Conference weekend! You can watch here. October is also the beginning of holiday season – Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s. Happy sigh.
I was sitting in a meeting today when I looked out the window and noticed it was snowing. And so it begins.
Last winter was dark. I was colder than I had ever been in my entire life. The homesickness had started to kick in worse than ever before. I was immobilized by my fear of driving in the snow (that one’s kind of my fault). Everywhere I looked I saw reminders of how imperfect my life was. I don’t think I even realized how unhappy I was until the sun came out sometime during April. Under that spring light, the winter of my discontent began to thaw.
As I was driving home today, rain splashed on my windshield, and I sang along to a long-forgotten song. I was struck by the orange and yellow leaves on the trees against the gray skies, and I promised myself that this winter would be different. So instead of heading home, I went to the grocery store, bought a can of pumpkin, and made a batch of pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. The best things in life are homemade, including happiness.
I too am glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.