Dear September,


I originally wrote this post three years ago when my love affair with September began. We had a bit of a rocky start this year with temperatures in the 90s well into the first few weeks of September, but we’re back on track now.


We’ve known each other for quite a few years now, and there are a few things that I’ve been feeling for a long time but have never had the guts to say to you. And I want you to know that I don’t say this to just anyone (really). I’ve  spent a lot of time thinking about it and it just needs to be said.

I love you.

I do. I mean it. And I don’t want you to say it back just because you feel like you need to, because I think actions speak louder than words anyway, and baby I know you feel the same way.

I love the way you change everything and how everything becomes more colorful the longer you’re around.

I love that you never overstay your welcome.

I love that I can wear jeans and flannel and moccasins around you. Like I am right now.

I love all the fun hang-out time we have because school has barely started.

I love Irish pubs and free concerts in the park with you.

I love running with you.

I love football games and tailgates with you.

I love hot tea and iced coffee and everything in between with you. And I love that both of those fit with you because some days you’re hot and some days you’re cold but usually you’re just warm and snuggly.

I love that I feel cozy with you.

I love that even when it’s raining, I can’t wait for tomorrow because I know you’ll still be around.

Oh September, I fall more in love with you each day.


Art by Lisa Rupp via flickr. 

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