The Journey...

The smell of Fall is in the air. This morning I was walking Max (our sweet little Corgi), and the crisp morning air made me realize how fast Autumn is approaching.  The fact that the leaves are starting to blanket the ground did not help. I am not ready; I still have tomato sauce to can, and green beans to pick-so many things to do to prepare for Fall and Winter. I was feeling a little behind, then something made me stop and enjoy the journey. Shannon often reminds me to enjoy the journey and not focus on the end result.

This morning I was walking down the hallway, and out of the corner of my eye I saw something that brought tears to my eyes. Last weekend while Shannon was running errands he stopped at an estate sale and found a beautiful antique rocking chair (he also bought a huge, cast iron frying pan). Next thing I know he called me and told me he found a few things for the house. When he arrived home he pulled the beautiful rocking chair out of the back of the truck. I knew exactly what it was for and where it was going. Last night he brought home a handmade flannel baby quilt from our church's penny auction. Sitting in the corner of our room with the baby blanket draped over it, the rocking chair is quietly awaiting the pitter patter of little feet, waiting to rock a child to sleep-bringing sweet dreams to a precious child. For now, it soothes the awaiting Papa and Daddy. Thank you rocking chair.