I spent yesterday afternoon discussing fall decorating with the twins.
And why leaves change colors.
And that fall is great because it’s not too hot and not too cold.
And why white pumpkins are amazing.
And why I had an old wheelbarrow on the back porch.
The conversation between me and my future fall decorators went a little like this:
“Mom….when I get older I’m going to live in a mansion.”
Me (listening distractedly) : Wow….a mansion…..that’s fancy.
“Yep. And it’s going to have pink pumpkins……
……and a make-up room.”
Me (trying to decide if the black chargers or the white chargers look better): Ummmm…..hmmmm. A make-up room? You’re going to have that much make-up?
“And I’m going to wear high heels and call my husband, “Honey.”
Me (turning to give these future plans and dreams my complete and undivided attention) : What? You are going to call your husband….”Honey”?
That is so sweet.
She promptly rolled her eyes at me and made a face.
“Well….maybe not all the time.….just sometimes…..like you and dad. ”
Then with a big grin…..she laughed.
“I like when you call dad…..”Honey”
I smiled back and turned away to finish the table and in the quiet stillness…..started counting my blessings.
1. The table was ready for fall.
2. The air was cool and crisp and autumn days were around the corner.
3. My daughter was going to have colored pumpkins and a make-up room in her future.
4. And she knew how much her parents loved each other.
All was right with the world.
And then…..through my dreamy haze of blessings…..I heard her sister chime in.
You call him, “Honey” all the time.
You always say….”Honey….can you hang this for me?”
And ”Honey….can you build this?
And “Honey….can you help me….I need to put this on the blog?”
You know those future fall decorators…..
……they’re a really tough crowd
PS I am sharing this over at Debbie’s today.