(skirt: Target, blouse: Kohls, sweater: Old Navy, necklace: Forever 21, sandals: Target)
I’ve been trying really hard to not be too excited for fall. It’s like a requirement to be a blogger: you must love pumpkin flavored drinks, rant about fall while it’s still July, and start wearing boots way too soon.
I hate pumpkin-flavored everything.
I’ve liked fall since I can remember. Cooler weather and my birthday lead to holidays and school breaks. That’s always been a hit in my book.
But since there’s been this shift to wish fall here as.soon.as.possible, I’ve been revolting and wanting summer to last longer.
Part of that is just my personality; I have to do the opposite of everyone else because there’s something in my brain that makes me. (But that topic is for another time.)
I really am looking forward to fall. This past week, all my fall/winter online purchases started arriving and trying them on got the fall-juices flowing.
But I put a stop to that fast.
I want summer to drag on for just a little bit longer. I want the pool to still be open. I want sunny, hot days and to be covered in sweat as I sit on a lawn chair in my backyard reading a book.
Summer can stay as long as she wants.
Because when fall comes, it also means my children get older. Ellie is closer to five and Harper will follow close behind, turning three. They’ll be taller and bigger, more grown up.
There is no part left of Elliott that is baby. That statement makes me tear up in an instant.
Harper, depending on the angle, can still look so little. But that is fading fast too.
So summer, stay around, please, because fall means my babies are older.