It's the month I married my best friend, on a warm Autumnal day 8 years ago. It's also the month I've been secretly looking forward to, despite this lovely long Summer.
It's time to slow down after a hectic few months, to sit back and wait for our new home to be built, although it might be nearer Winter before we move in. Until then, we're staying with family in Sussex while hubs stays back to Bristol during the week to work.
Time for half finished projects to be completed... blankets to crochet larger, ready for cooler nights. Tea cosies to knit. New hats and scarves to hook for the children.
Time to stay closer to my little ones, after feeling like they've done nothing but watch tv all summer while I packed up the house... time to bake, to play, to create. To go exploring, collect leaves and conkers, to pick blackberries and hold their juice stained little hands as we take our berried treasure home.
Leaving our little home in Bristol last week was so, so hard. The house is a far cry from the scruffy unloved wreck we bought in 2005, each room renovated with so much love and care. Watching each room slowly empty, stripped down to just four bare walls, really left me deflated and emotional. So many happy memories there. We moved in as a couple and leave it as a family of four, taking with us all those cherished moments from our incredible journey together so far.
In the two weeks leading up to our departure, the children and I spent time with our fabulous Bristol friends, enjoying each others company, hugging and saying 'goodbye... for now'. I am so lucky to have met so many strong, amazing, supportive, beautiful ladies and children that have enriched our family's life. Before the twins were born, I knew nobody in our little community tucked away in the East of Bristol. Then my children arrived, and suddenly all these fabulous ladies came into my life, beginning only as faces at baby and toddler groups, then becoming close friends through a shared sense of humour and experiences. Friends who have shared my ups, downs and roundabouts, gave advice when asked, hugs when needed, and have made my journey into motherhood even more amazing - and hilarious - than I thought it would be. But we won't be far away in Somerset, and sleepovers have already been arranged!
This morning one of my other friends found out she is finally pregnant after a long 8 rounds of IVF... expecting the sibling she has so desperately wanted to give her first (equally long-awaited) daughter. Just amazing.
September... the start of new journeys for so many of us.
(The picture is of Stourhead in Autumn, a National Trust estate which is near our new house in Somerset. Taken from my Pinterest board, link on right)