“Life is a series of seasons. Summer fades into autumn, but when the air gets cold and the leaves start turning, you always know summer will come around again. And you also know the next one won’t be exactly like the last. It’ll get hot, just like it does every year, but other things will have changed. I’ve had a long season of raising those boys and I’ll miss it when it’s over.” She glanced at me. “But the next season of life will have its own blessings, and I look forward to those too.”
