Changing Gears

[Rinkerfam]

The boat came home last weekend to begin its long winters nap in our driveway. And although more than half the "booty" my two sons collected on Halloween remains in their Trick or Treat bags, my oldest has his sights set on the wonder that is Christmas. I happened to notice my skis in the basement for the first time since last season, while packing boat gear away, even though I've walked by them a hundred times. The leaves have all but completely abandoned their seasonal watch from the trees in our yard. Our freezer has made the transition from summers grill friendly fare to the "other" seasons comfort foods. Bathing suits, shorts and t-shirts have mysteriously migrated to the attic while jeans, sweatshirts and fleece have taken their place in our closets. As I sit here clicking away on the lap-top, while a pumpkin scented candle burns on the stove-top, I realize that a change has taken place. Not only has the season changed, but so have I. I no longer feel like something has been taken from me (summer and time spent at the lake). I now understand, that as I transition from one season of my life to the next, that far more has been given to me.