Fall is, perhaps, my favorite season here in Missoula. Perhaps it's because she's such a tease. She sweeps in outta nowhere, changes everything around, and then takes off, taking all the color and life and energy of vibrant, sunshiny days with her. We mourn her absence with someone we'll call, Winter. We'll talk about him another time.
Anyway, it's been a beautiful weekend. I had Friday off and so it felt extra long and satisfying. Eliana and I didn't do a whole lot of anything in particular. Lots of books and legos and cuddling. Some quality time with some of her little buddies. Lots of practicing her new words like, "bus" and "down" and "snow" (which I think is particularly easy for her because it rhymes with her other favorite word, "no"). Lots of time in the park. She's really into play things these days, particularly slides. She actually seems to spend more time attempting to climb up them. She's like her daddy like that.
Another new development is the fact that she no longer likes to be in her stroller in the park, she, instead, likes to stroll. She managed to walk almost the whole lap of Greenough (about a mile and a half), refusing to be carried, whining when placed back in the stroller. It was a good exercise in being in the moment, trying not to get antsy when she strayed off the path to oogle at yet another leaf, trying to see the world from her eyes, everything totally new and tremendous.
I enjoyed some splendorious time on my favorite mountain, senior Jumbo. Felt pretty darn lucky to have this mountain in my yard. Felt pretty darn lucky about the whole thing - this town, these friends, this man, this girl - the whole, lovely package.
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