08/29/2026
Am I ready for fall? Absolutely yes.
Am I ready for all the fall activities? Absolutely yes. 🍁
But today I paused and thought… well, today I’m kind of sad.
We had a slow Saturday morning at our house, which doesn’t happen often. The kids and I were outside playing (you know, before it turns 1,637,192 degrees outside 😂).
Nash was riding his bike. Tillie was trying to catch a cat. Bentlee was getting some one-on-one time with her daddy.
And me? I snuck out to the patch to pick a bouquet for our kitchen counter because, somehow, we haven’t even had time to do that lately.
I thought I’d have a few quiet minutes to myself.
But before I knew it, Nash dropped his bike and came running over to help me find the very best blooms. Then Tillie dropped the cat, ran over too, grabbed the bucket of water and started carrying it around while Nash and I cut.
And standing there in the middle of that messy little patch, I realized…
I’m going to miss THIS. 🥹
This is why I started this patch with Nash.
Not because I knew anything about flowers. Not because I needed another thing to keep up with. And definitely not because I had any idea what I was doing. 😂
I started it because I wanted something that was ours. Something for him, for us, and honestly, something for me — my very first little hobby.
And somewhere along the way, it became so much more.
It became muddy little feet running through the yard. Tiny hands picking flowers. Water buckets being carried where they absolutely did not need to go. Kids arguing over who gets to cut the next flower or fill the water bucket. Bouquets on the kitchen table. Early mornings and hot afternoons. And a mama trying to slow down long enough to notice it all.
It’s never been glorious. It’s always been a little messy. Sometimes the flowers grow exactly how they’re supposed to, and sometimes they absolutely do not. And the WEEDS… oh the weeds😑😂
But it’s ours.
Today, Tillie was soaked from head to toe. Nash wanted me to cut every single flower because he knows that will make even more grow until the first freeze. And honestly, I was just trying to get enough for one bouquet on my kitchen counter. 🤣
But we did it.
We picked flowers together.
And for a little while, nobody was rushing anywhere.
I know fall is coming, and I really am ready for it. I’m ready for cooler mornings, football, school days, pumpkins, bonfires, more time together as a family and all the things this next season brings.
But today, I’m going to let myself be a little sad about this one.
Because one day, the kids won’t run barefoot out to the patch with me. They won’t fight over the bucket. They won’t want to cut every last bloom.
And I think that’s what makes these little flowers mean so much more to me than I ever expected.
They grew in our little patch… but so did we. 🤍
