Fall break was a tease and the promise of winter break is the only thing keeping me from stamping my feet and boycotting homework.  Fall break was a tease, but life demands a little teasing; the minute I move from my toes to sitting firmly on the ground is the minute I need to find the next cliff, the next mountain to struggle up.  I spent fall break welcoming the season, arms stretched wide, grin even wider and when I think about what this last weekend was I become childish almost, completely overtaken.


By the leaves that had the perfect crunch, the way he ran ahead of me stealing the best ones, the fit I threw.  The impossible to eat caramel apple, the sickeningly sweet cherry wine, the absolutely perfect picnic dinner on the mattress in the living room. 

The way my sister whispered I really like him.  The walk through the woods with my parents, pointing out old adventures, trees that meant something to me as a child.  And the mornings, walking into the closet and coming out in my favorite colors, in really great shoes, catching his eyes and smiling.

Making up days as we went along, drinking good coffee, almost losing it from tickles, from time in the Psalms, from being held.  And all of it wrapped in midwestern autumn days, stunningly, sunnily wrapped.

I am in love with this great God who makes great people- imperfect, broken people, but beautiful all the same.  And I spent these days celebrating, appreciating, really seeing what God was about when He breathed humanity onto this earth and inside humanity, relationship.


I understood a little more, I think.  I stepped a little further into the verse about the beginning of time, about the way wisdom delighted in the making of man.  I understood delighted.