We had a gorgeous fall weekend. A little warmer than I might like when tromping around in a corn maze, chasing a 4-year-old who thinks its quite funny really to try to lose his parents in the corny chaos. I was indeed able to relax. Amazingly.
Visited a new coffee spot in K-zoo (and a favorite one this morning as I was heading out of town), did a little window shopping (who can spend money these days?), went rollerblading while my mom took a stroll, read three magazines and several pages of my newest book selection, watched two episodes of CSI (love!), took an evening walk with my mom in the yummy fall weather last night, spent the day pumpkin-patch visiting and bike-riding with my kiddo, and enjoyed a delish dinner grilled by my husband.
Summer nights, as anyone who’s kept up with my posts might know, offer the moments I look forward to. Sitting outside in the fresh air, perched on a fairly comfortable deck chair, watching the sun slowly moving to the other side of the world. (Yes, I know we’re the ones moving, but still.) Often with a refreshing drink and some nice conversation with my husband. Other times solo with a good read.
The only problem with this scenario lately is that my charmingly adorable child doesn’t like to go to bed. He thinks sleep is for wussies. Often, by the time he’s all tuckered out, the sun is no longer in view. Boo. Last night, though, my husband volunteered for kid watch and encouraged me to pour a glass of wine and sit on the deck for some quiet time.
One day I hope to enjoy these moments with Dev too. When he can savor some relaxing moments. We can sit and chat and take in the summer noises: the cicadas whirring away, the neighbor’s sprinkler, the sound of kids who get to stay up a bit later chasing each other giddily through their backyards. Until then, I’ll just wish for him to fall asleep at the appointed 8:00 hour. Wishes can come true at least once a week, yes?