Fog settled in over this little town, which always turns me into a quiet observer, taking in the old houses, bright leaves, and church tower; the mushrooms at the farmer's market, piled into wooden crates, echoing the color of the foliage; clusters of grapes, fading but still so pretty on pink vines; Rafael, with his first pair of shoes on, crawling through fallen leaves at the playground (I almost cried when I saw him wearing them....it's all going so fast).
Our days are combinations of playing on a spread out blanket on the living room floor, where it's cozy and warm, and bundling up for walks in the cold fresh air.
I keep thinking about how much easier cold weather will be when Raffi knows how to draw, or you can really read him a book; when he can play with play doh, or watch a Winnie The Pooh dvd. When he's able to talk, and can stir cookie dough batter. Then I remind myself: everything is perfect the way it is right now. I need to enjoy this time, this age, this phase, exactly how it is.