One of my favorite things about being a parent is watching my kids discover new things. Like taking that first sweet-yet-sour sip of lemonade. Catching that first lightning bug. Braving that first trip down a roller coaster hill.
This autumn, although the temperatures have been all over the place, the leaves have been absolutely stunning. And thanks to the visual intensity of this year’s seasonal change, it’s seemed that each day has been one of new discovery for Cera and Anthony.
They’ve “oohed” and “aahed” over the vibrant yellows and oranges and reds of the trees and laughed joyously as the wind causes leaves to swirl in the air before floating to the ground. And when we drive by yards full of freshly fallen foliage, Cera talks about what fun it would be to rake the leaves into a pile and jump in it.
This fall has reminded me a lot of an autumn afternoon two years ago , when, as a pause from events surrounding Jerry’s grandmother’s funeral in Macon, Ga., we took the kids outside to play in the leaves. For a few moments, the sorrow of that week softened as we watched our children toss colorful leaves into the air and then crunch them underfoot. They ran and leapt into the pile, rolled around until their clothing was covered in small, dried bits of leaf and brought smiles to our faces with their unbridled laughter.
I’m so happy that I have these photos to remember that afternoon (you can click on them for a larger view). But I’m even happier that the memories are still fresh in my mind.