It’s almost mid September now, and I can feel the change in the air. The mornings and evenings are finally chilly, and the scorching summer heat is behind us. We’ve even had a few rainy days, the kind that make you want to curl up with a blanket and a warm drink. And little by little, the leaves are starting to fall.

The first week of school is officially over, and I’m happy to say we’ve adjusted well to our new routine. Of course, it’s always an effort to get back into the rhythm after summer’s slow days, but there’s something comforting about structure returning.

What I love most are the mornings. When it’s still dark outside, the house is quiet, and I get a few peaceful minutes to myself. I make my coffee, prepare breakfast, and start packing lunch before the rest of the house wakes up. It feels like a gentle way to set the tone for the day.

And I can’t go without mentioning how grateful I am for my husband. Every morning, he takes our eldest to school, a huge help that makes everything so much easier. That way, I only have to do pick up at 3 pm, which has become a little highlight of my day.

September feels like a fresh start. Cooler weather, new routines, the smell of autumn slowly arriving. It’s a season of change, but one that feels grounding too.