Walking in a Winter Wonderland

Right now I am sitting bundled up in blankets in my little office (I use this term loosely, as this little room doubles as my impromptu living room and occasional dining area- I live small). We put up our own strand of white christmas lights around the single window, and we are both working by their comforting soft glow tonight. There is a chill in the air and talk of snow next week. Yesterday at my dentist’s office we listened to all of those old holiday favorites everyone can sing along to. And tomorrow morning I have a date with my mom and sister to bake (hopefully) delicious holiday treats. It seems this year ran away with me before I could take a second to enjoy the scenery. 

It is the time of year for thankfulness and small acts of kindness. A time to remember all that we have and make sure those in our lives know their importance. I can occasionally appear to be a cynic (I prefer the term realist) on the outside, but inside I have always been a hopeless romantic who falls head over heels in love with this time of year. As cliche as it sounds, it isn’t about the bows and shiny wrapping paper. It’s not even about the twinkling lights and eggnog. What I love about this season can only be found in the smallest of moments.

It’s in the way my sister’s eyes light up when she finds the perfect Christmas tree. Even at 25, the magic is never lost on her. We will tramp through the lines and lines of trees, scrutinizing every detail until our noses are as red as cherries and we can’t feel our toes. And then she spots it. She grins like she did when we were kids and she stole my first dollhouse. We make our way back with our prize slung carefully over our shoulders and warm up over hot apple cider and rice crispy treats. And then onward home to trim the little beauty in all its glory. That’s why I love this holiday- because it puts a smile on the face of a girl who doesn’t catch many breaks the rest of the year.

It’s in the way I can dance in my car on the way to work and not even feel silly (I strongly suggest Jim Carey’s The Grinch soundtrack for this activity). It’s in the pay it forward coffees as Starbucks. It’s in the excited way my nephews tell me all about their letters to Santa or proudly hold out their freshly cut paper snowflakes. It’s in the midnight snowball fights on the front yard (in which Zach will, at some point, drop some down the back of my shirt). It’s in the small little thoughts of coworkers who try to make the office a little bit brighter. It’s in the way we all speak to one another a little more kindly, smile a little broader, listen a little bit longer when we ask how the other is. It’s in the calming twinkling of those beautiful lights that dance across our faces on late night walks with the dog, all bundled up with gloves and scarves.

There is a magic to this season that is unparalleled. When you stop to enjoy the life that it breathes into a soul during these dreary winter days. There is a warmth to it that you won’t find come January or February. It’s unique, it’s comforting, it’s a hopeful conclusion to a long and busy year, holding delicately a promise for the year to come.

Welcome back, my dear, sweet holiday season. This year, may we remember what is truly important and learn to find some common ground. May we bring one another smiles and friendship without ill intentions. It is the time of year for openness and hopeful endeavors. My friends, may you find all of the love and promise that you had hoped for this season, may you rediscover the childhood joy that still sleeps within, and may you embrace the simplistic beauty that surrounds us. This year, may we find comfort building bridges to one another instead of constructing walls to hide behind. May we remember who we once were and who we still hope to become. Cheers, my dearest friends. May we all embrace this magic and hold true to the true meaning that breathes life back into our weary souls.

Autumn is in the Air and I am Home

Happy first day of fall! I haven’t quite figured out why this auspicious day isn’t marked with a parade or a holiday off from work or, I don’t know- free coffee and half priced sweaters.

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As cliché as it may sound, this is my favorite time of year. I love the bright sunny days with cold weather. I adore the sweaters, boots and scarves. I live for hot chocolate, spiced cider, steaming tea and toasty coffee. I love walking down the street all bundled up and stomping on crunching leaves. But most of all, I can’t get enough of the colors and atmosphere. The true beauty of nature is enhanced with the fiery hues of red, the deep sunburst orange, dusty brown and golden yellow glow. My all-time favorite sight is on the drive out to my childhood home to visit my dad. The house is in the woods, down long winding roads thickly lined with trees, beside a river. It is the only sight I have ever actually gasped over, literally taking my breath away. The change seems to happen over night, if you wait an extra day you’ll miss the beauty of that first burst of fall colors. It is a sight to cherish.

Autumn is always the time for coming home. Perhaps its the impending holidays full of good memories and close family. It comforts me, bringing me back to my deeply buried roots. I feel more like myself, more in touch with those around me, more comfortable in my skin. I rediscover the wondrous child inside, full of curiosity and excitement. I can’t wait for hayrides through a pumpkin patch, searching for that perfect little creation to carve my ‘masterpiece’ on, working my way through a corn maze with those that I love to spend my time with, clinging to my fiancé as we run through a haunted house. I am so excited to bake for Halloween, make homemade chicken pot pies and chili, watch Hocus Pocus, plan Thanksgiving dinner with my sister. I can’t wait to take walks down the street with my friends holding cups of steaming coffee or setting out that customary candy dish at the end of my desk to help us through the long work days. I am ready to settle in and remember the things that are important to me- friends, family, good books and adventurous nights.

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Fall has never been a time of ending for me; no, it is always my time for new beginnings. Its when I re-evaluate my life and plan my next steps without outside pressure. Autumn is the time that my soul flies free, the time that family and friends pull in tighter to stay warm on cold nights. Today we ring in a new season, full of promise and impending adventures. So settle in my friends, cuddle up with that blanket, take a sip of your steaming tea. Now is the time for books and crackling fires. Now is the time for long nights and beautiful beginnings.