I'm not sure what I love most about fall. The clothes? The crisp, cool air? The anticipation of the holiday season? It's all wonderful. I know I sound slightly cheesy and absurdly euphoric right now, but I'm not kidding when I tell you I've been getting butterflies anytime I think about the fact that this demon season we call summer is almost over.
I can't wait to put on jeans, boots, a sweater, and a scarf, and step outside into something other than pure misery and suffocation. I can't wait to make chili and stew and hot chocolate and curl up by a fire. I can't wait to put Grayson in cute little jeans and sweaters and not worry about him sweating buckets anytime we step out of the house. I can't wait to head back to that glorious land of Stillwater, America for OSU's Homecoming in October. I can barely handle the anticipation!
So as you can see I'm a bit excited (understatement of the year). I'm so super incredibly ridiculously jealous of all of you who get to start enjoying my favorite season without me in the next few weeks. I dream of someday living somewhere that I will actually get to enjoy all four seasons instead of WINTER, three weeks of spring, SUMMER, three weeks of fall, WINTER, etc. I've decided I will require two homes: one on a beach, one somewhere in New England, perhaps? I've honestly never even been that far North, but I imagine that it's just amazing. Please don't kill my dreams and tell me otherwise, mmk?
Happy Tuesday (that feels like a Monday)!!!