Up until last year, fall was my absolute least favorite season. Summer always meant freedom, and swimming and lemonade and reading outside and everything good in life. Which consequently meant that anything that followed the best of life had a lot to live up to. I hated the shortened days, the cooler weather and the transition back to being a responsible adult with a teaching job. So rather than fall being fall, fall was just the end of summer.
I suppose in marriage you begin to change each other. I started to look at fall, last year, as separate than summer. And rather than compare the two, I found myself beginning to embrace the fall for what it was.
And here, my friends, is what has pushed me over:
So there you have. Emily's top five reasons that fall is a legit season. Now, admittedly, if I did not have to start teaching in the beginning of August and if the heat in Chicago was not so oppressive, I would have a harder time letting go of summer and embracing fall. But as I stand, sweating, before a classroom of eager-to-learn adults, I cannot help but wish for a bit of relief. It's tough to look professional in shorts and tank tops. It is much easier to look professional in long pants and cute cardigans.
So, hello fall. I apologize for all those years we lost.
*all pictures via pinterest.