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I think we are finally experiencing what is probably typical Washington weather. The skies are gray; no rain, just the lingering threat of rain. The mornings are chilly and the afternoons are equally cold. It's fine to get out and do things, but there is something about the dreariness that justifies the desire to stay in jammies all day until that moment when you feel like you absolutely just need to get out of the house!

Fall is here. Pumpkins everywhere. Or "pumpkin patch", as my toddler exclaims at any pumpkin sighting! I bought a new candle and the delicious smell of its apple cider fragrance makes me want to hang stockings, eat pumpkin-flavored treats, turn on Christmas movies, and cook thanksgiving dinner. In no particular order.

Every year, I think I forget how much I love the fall. Then it comes, and I am excited all over again. The change of seasons is a miraculous and timely occurrence. Just when you're feeling like you need a change, change comes.

As much as I enjoy variety and have learned to embrace new things, I am thankful that some things never change. The need to fold laundry (ha!) and my craving for chocolate (nursing mama, remember?!). And, in his own sentence aside from silliness, Jesus.

Jesus never changes (whew!). And he is always changing me. To be more like him. And that is an oh-so-good thing. Even better than fall.