I’ve been listening to Christmas music all day. I blame my passionate fondness for Christmas carols on my Dad, in whose house the British eunuchs warble constantly from Halloween to Easter. The air had the crispness of winter in it today and I looked up and realized that most of the leaves are already off of the trees. Where has this autumn gone? Tomorrow morning is Grace’s birthday party so I will surely have some stories to share from that.
This morning the birthday girl and I had a dance around the kitchen to one of my all-time (non-seasonal) favorite songs: Josh Groban’s You Raise Me Up. That song gives me shivers every time I listen to it. Isn’t this the very definition of love – in our finest moments, to make each other better than we would be alone.

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up… To more than I can be.