Last week fall descended overnight. We went from sunny days in the 70’s to breezy, invigorating 50-degree highs. Every day I step outside and the smell in the air reminds me of orienteering when I was little, standing with map and compass in hand and breathing in the distinctive smell of wild grass that has spent the summer soaking up sun and is now coated with cold morning dew.
Last Friday Espen turned one.(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) And I discovered that it is completely true that it “goes by so fast,” and your memories do all become a hazy fog. This year has been very long and very full, and yet it feels like it was only two or three days ago that we had just met Espen for the first time, and he was a 6-pound peanut who rarely opened his eyes and almost disappeared when we put him into the Ergo to take him walking through the woods so I could watch the leaves turning gold and he would sleep (blissful sleep). And now he doesn’t want to go into a front pack at all because he can walk!!!! He walks a bit like a drunken sailor, but he definitely walks. And his favorite things are lights (“dight!”), dogs (“da!), trucks (“cruck!”), flowers (“ooooh”), and hoses (no word for hose yet). How did that happen? Wow. Wow wow wow.