We did take a break early in the mornings, when half of us were still sleeping. I ran around on Sunday with my typical partner in crime and was a hat stand while he tried on winter wear camo caps.
I like this picture. Behind me you can see one of our favorite Sunday morning sports goods stores - and Fall in that store is my favorite time of the year because of the camo, the sweaters, and the transition from Summer to Fall (and then to Winter).
When I look at this picture I think of the break that we took - from all the moving and packing and planning. I think about how much I love Sunday mornings, when the town is still quiet and people are moving slow. It was cool this particular morning, and I wore my cardigan out - excited because cool mornings mean that Fall is just around the corner.
I moved my family history again this weekend. I think it's the fourth time it's been collectively moved - and I hope it is its last. I found myself thinking of my great-grandmothers, grandmothers, and other ancestors as I drove across town.
Amazing to think about, isn't it? You think about what their lives must have been like. I know my great-grandmother made one of the first moves in her life in a covered wagon. I'm making another move (not my first by any means) in a Pontiac Vibe. The same car I had when I did make my first move. Although the method is different, I do wonder sometimes about the motivations. Did my great-great grandmother feel the same kind of anxiety about starting over in a new home that I feel? I'm certain she did - and at least I don't have a the littles that she had to take care of either!