It’s the last line of this freewrite for us.❤️ Beautiful words by Amy Grass.

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From the window in Phoebe’s room, I watch the leaves change. It’s slower this year. By this time last October our front yard was a blaze of red and orange with a thick carpet of leaves on the lawn below. Today I see mostly green with a smattering of yellow. Autumn is taking her time.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

And so I follow her cues. I am slower this year too, opting for simplicity over my tendency to over-schedule and over-complicate. I am building a discipline of slow and ironically, it’s not taking long to see the fruit.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

For instance, if I were moving at a faster pace I might have missed the way this newborn body instinctively curls around mine, finding an outward home of what she had only known inwardly before. Like the golden leaves juxtaposed against the green, beauty is abundant, even if it is different.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Dear autumn, take your time. Sometimes grace happens in slow motion.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀