I don't know what it is about the autumn, but each year, each October to be exact, I fall into a bit of melancholia. I blame it on the lack of sun and being outdoors (true story), but I think it also has to do with the fact that I once again have time to reflect and think about my life. I have felt a bit under the weather this past week (thank you hormones and a bit of a visiting family and travel schedule), and have not able to sleep as well as normal. This leaves me a bit weary (obviously) and prone to feeling even more than usual. I have found myself at least twice a day on the verge of tears recounting a story or talking about the experiences of this past year. I am a cryer, but not at all to this extent. I think . . . I'm quite sure, the walls I've built up against feeling too much of anything in these past years of crazy raising children and husbands and family and church and friends are beginning to come down. Lately, I feel these flood...