It’s my favorite time of the year. We’ve officially gone from sweaty weather to sweater weather. Granted, there are people who wear sweaters all year round, even in 100 degree weather. I’ve made my peace with that. Just as I will learn to accept people who wear shorts and a t-shirt in 20 degrees in January.

But I digress. I love fall, especially when it’s cold enough for flannel. That’s my favorite kind of clothing because it feels like you’re wearing a hug. I have an unhealthy amount of flannel shirts in my closet that I can finally wear and not die from heat stroke.

All my favorite holidays are coming up — Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Especially Christmas. I’ve accepted that I have OCD, which in my case stands for Obsessive Christmas Disorder. One can never have too many Christmas records, ornaments, t-shirts, movies, etc. There is no such thing as too much Christmas. Now decorating for Christmas before Halloween is another story, but again I’m not judging.

There’s something about fall where the earth rests and all is still. It feels like nature is preparing to go dormant for a season. There won’t be any growth or new life for a while, but underneath all the falling leaves and eventual snow is the preparation that will lead to new spring flowers to come.

The cycle of life that God created is a beautiful thing, and I’m here for all of it. But I have to confess for the umpteenth time that fall will always be my favorite.