Is it November already?

I was thinking the other day about how slowly time used to move when I was a kid. Back then a summer stretched on into oblivion, countless days of sunshine followed by long, lazy nights of moonlit swims and fireflies. A school-year was a lifetime, and goodness knows it was an eternity between Christmases. The future seemed so far away, and all that mattered was what I was doing right then, at every moment. I think that's one of the reasons children are so happy--they live in the moment, never questioning that it's exactly where they should be.


Time doesn't move so slowly anymore. Sometimes I even doubt that it exists at all, because each day seems to superimpose itself right on top of another, blurring all sense of the passage of time. I have to make plans now, to consider each step I take and am forced to recognize that moments are precious and fleeting. It's good in many ways, being "grown-up," because I can appreciate life in a deeper way than I could when I was younger (though to be honest, sometimes I miss the joy of childish simplicity--but only sometimes).


The point of this rambling is that it's already November, which has long been one of my most favorite months of the year. Early November in South Carolina is beautiful, and I've always loved it. October was over in the blink of an eye, and I'm pretty sure that tomorrow it will be Christmas. I'll try to be better about posting to the blog, but let's be honest...it probably won't happen. I'm just not that dedicated.

Anyway, here are some pictures from Halloween--was it really only this past Saturday? Cray-see.

We spent the day at the state park at Fort Dorchester, where I went nuts and climbed trees like I was ten, or like I was a monkey. But I don't like monkeys, they stink and pick bugs and are ugly, so I'll stick with the ten-year-old analogy. I was in a good mood all day after the tree-climbing. It's impossible to be in a bad mood when you've been climbing in the boughs of oak trees all day--especially when the boughs hang over a river. Dad joined in the fun, and he looked like Mowgli shimmying up some of the trees.


Jillian and I also went to a ward Halloween party, and her costume pretty much rocked like the giant wooden-rocking chair upstairs in Granny's house. Mine was more of a last minute "I guess I should dress up" deal, but eh, who cares. It was a good night!