Ahhh....September

The leaves of brown came tumbling down
Remember in September in the rain
The Sun went out just like a dying ember
That September in the rain

To every word of love I heard you whisper
The raindrops seemed to play our sweet refrain
Though spring is here to me it's still September
That September in the rain

To every word of love I heard you whisper
The raindrops seemed to play our sweet refrain
Though spring is here to me it is still September
That September in the rain



Frank Sinatra


Ok so maybe the leaves aren't turning, maybe it has only rained about 2" or something all year, maybe it was 100 degrees outside today, but when I think of September I think only happy thoughts. I LOVE SEPTEMBER!!  September means: Pumpkin Spice Latte's (which I actually didn't know were on the market this early until Michele Griego, a fellow PSL lover, clued me in), multi-colored Chile ristras hanging on the front porches of the local businesses in Hatch, Christmas decorations have been on the shelves at Hobby Lobby for over a month now, the smell of roasting Green Chile at all grocery stores, completely unnecessary sweaters being sold at clothing stores, and two more VERY IMPORTANT things.  


1) Football.  Ahhh...football.  Love it love it love it.  When I was about 8 years old I fell in love with Joe Montana.  I also happened to be in love with my Daddy.  My Daddy was in love with football.  Every Sunday we would hang out at my Grandma's house watching football all day.  I figured that if I was going to have to watch this thing every week I might as well learn what it was all about, not to mention this would give my Daddy and I something to talk about.  So I started asking my Dad about the game.  "What's a first down?"  "Why is it called football when they rarely use their feet?"  Etc.  Incidently, I still don't understand why a "down" is called a "down".  My curiosity grew into interest then, once Joe Montana came into my picture, into obsession.  Unfortunately my entire family is made of die-hard Cowboy fans.  Even my sweet Grammy was unfortunate enough to be a victim of the "America's Team" curse.  Even more unfortunate for me was the fact that the Cowboys dominated my Niners for the better part of the nineties.  


In 1999, Ken and I had just started dating and were about to spend our first Sunday together.  He asked me what I wanted to do that day.  I must have looked at him like he was an alien.  Hello!  What do NORMAL people do on a Sunday??  FOOTBALL OF COURSE.  He had no idea.  I preceded to teach him about the game, just as my Daddy had taught me.  I am now the proud owner of a football obsessed husband.  


2)  The BIGGEST reason I love September.  My Biz.  I've told the story before, but at a party in 1999 I met the love of my life.  September 4th to be exact.  It wasn't exactly love at first sight but once we started dating, I was hooked.  5 years later we were engaged.  2 years later, September 2, 2006,  we were married.  And 5 years later I am the happiest person I know.  Ken and I are two halves of a whole.  We think alike.  We like alike.  We dislike alike.  We love alike.  Ken know's me better than anyone else on Earth. I wonder frequently how it's possible for him to know me so well and still love me the way he does.  He's so thoughtful.  He's so considerate.  I'm so undeserving.  We have grown up together and have grown more and more in love.  The other day he surprised me in my classroom during my planning period.  After 12 years, my heart still did a flip-flop when he walked in.  In our wedding vows, I promised to give him beautiful babies.  Little did I know it would be Ken to actually give me the gift of our daughter.  Neither of us came from families where our Mom and Dad were happily in love.  It is our dream for Sophia to look up to us as a couple.  She does deserve to meet a man as wonderful as her Daddy.  


Here is little peek into the last twelve years.






Happy Anniversay Sweet Bizkit.  I love you more than you could ever know.