I love that you hold the promise of new things, new routines, endless possibilities. I love that you ride in on a hint of sunshine, still carrying all the warmth of a weekend well lived.
I love the beginnings of your glory on the tree outside my window. The prettiest yellow-orange starts at the top of the boughs, but summer’s green is still going strong at every window. Autumn, your cool mornings make me excited for the sweaters and pumpkins and cups of tea that will return to our days in the coming weeks.
Hello, School Day.
I’m looking forward to the discoveries that wait in you. I love the furrowed brow of a boy considering 9×6 and the excitement of a perfect letter “C” drawn by a chubby three-year-old hand. I love the sounds of poetry and scripture recited by heart.
“This is the Day.”