It’s been a little while since I’ve shared a life recap, so I thought it was time to pop in with a quick check-in on what’s been going on lately.
This past weekend I had the joy of attending my future father-in-law’s wedding, and it was such a beautiful day. The ceremony was held in their church—minimal, intimate, and absolutely stunning. The bride wore a champagne-colored dress that felt timeless and graceful from every angle. We laughed a lot as a family (the adorable two-year-old ring bearer helped with that—equal parts ornery and cute). At the rehearsal the night before, he had nailed his role, but during the ceremony his mischievous side came out—rings were dropped, and in the middle of it all he smacked the groom’s leg, sending the whole audience into laughter. The evening ended the best way it could—with cake, punch, and plenty of dancing.
Most days, my personal life feels pretty routine: work, read, make dinner, sleep, repeat. But lately, Autumn has shifted things. My day job is picking up, family gatherings are stacking onto the calendar, and the weather has been coaxing me outside more often. I’ve been trading in my reading chair for the front porch, soaking in the crisp air. Here in the Midwest, the highs have been in the 70s, cold fronts are moving through, and it’s officially that magical time where the AC gets turned off and the windows get opened. (So close to hoodie season, yay!)
When I’m not reading, I’m still rewatching Gilmore Girls for the umpteenth time. Somehow it hits differently after reading both Emily’s and Lorelai’s books. I catch more nuance, and the show feels richer because of it. Online, most people seem firmly Team Jess—but I just can’t get there. I think he served his purpose for Rory, and she for him, but their story was meant to move both of them onto better things. That said, I can’t commit to Team Dean, Jess, or Logan. Dean feels like Luke’s parallel, Logan like Christopher’s, and Jess… well, Jess is just Jess. (Though I did learn Emily is Team Logan, which I found fascinating!)
Even in the middle of new routines and cozy fall rhythms, my heart still aches for McCloud. I miss him constantly. If I let myself linger on it too long, the tears come fast. My mom recently gifted me a small painting of a blue jay—a distant relative had made it—and it’s now on his shelf. She knows I look for signs from him, specifically blue because that was “his” color — and this felt like one of those sweet reminders. He is so loved, so deeply missed, and never, ever forgotten. 💙
That’s a little glimpse of my life lately. I’d love to hear how your week or month has been going too—what’s something new in your world?
– A 💗