6 Miles

Today we had a cool, fall day. We started the day in the mid-40s and got up to the 60s (that's for my brother who's in AZ, where it hasn't even dropped into the 70s yet!).  I felt a bit weird dressing myself and the boys into the warm Turtlenecks and all–it's only September.  Was I just wimping out because it was our first cool day?  Was I being that overprotective mother? Was it just because I was cold this morning?  Then I heard the weatherman say that we were having Novemeber-like weather, and I no longer feel bad.  But, we can't get used to it, it'll be warming up by the end of the week.

Today was also my first night of MOPS for the year. (MOPS- Mothers of Preschoolers. Ours meets in the evenings so working moms can join. At first, I didn't like the idea. Now I do. I love not having the work of lugging the kids & all the extra stuff they require with me, and I love that I can go even if one is sick.)  While driving home I was thinking of the difference between last year and this year. Last year as I was driving home, I cried. Not because the meeting was bad or anything, but it was so different from my previous group–and I missed them. This year, there was no crying. I still miss those friends I had made, but I am starting to make new ones…it's a slow process, but at least it is happening. I agreed to be a table leader this year, which means I'll be a "small group" leader for a table.  I hope it will go well and I'll enjoy MOPS as much this year as I did last.  I sure can't quit if I don't though!