Changing Seasons
It is officially Fall. August and its sultry weather stayed with us well into September, and Indiana days are just giving way to the cool sunset evenings that call the entire family out of doors. Tonight I marveled as I watched my daughters play together, both pretending to be super heroes who could fly (on our swings) and then chase criminals as they giggled their way through the yard. The dog chased the cat through the too-tall grass and I looked at the Mister. "I don't know if you've noticed," I said, "but our family is just about perfect right now." "I have," he replied, smiling. All of this comes on the heels of one of the deepest depressions I have ever experienced. It is one that frightened me with its insidious nature. Even now, I cannot look back and say when it began. Was it three years ago, after our miscarriage? I admit that I did all I could to avoid the feelings surrounding that time, choosing instead to stay busy.