Except nothing resembling "fall" is happening outside. It's 94 degrees out. I'm even going to skip the football game this evening; I'm afraid I'll melt. (Go, Yellowjackets!)
Everybody who's been in Arkansas for any length of time knows to not expect Fall at the end of September. We already know it's going to be awhile longer before we start feeling fall temperatures. Even though we know that, it's still a little of a bummer when the first day of fall gets here...and it's still summer.
It reminds me of the end of my pregnancies. After my second pregnancy, I had come to expect that I would go past my "due date," and by a lot. Not days, but weeks. I was already in the habit of giving a "due month" when people would ask. And still, when my due date would pass, I would be a little bummed to still be pregnant, to show no signs of delivering a baby anytime soon. Or even worse--to show a few signs, get my hopes all up, and then still have lots of pregnancy left!
Just remember, nothing can last forever. Not summer, not pregnancy. Babies will come when it is time, heat waves will finally give way to crisp mornings. Then crisp mornings will give way to frost, frost will give way to spring buds, spring buds will blossom into barbeques and days at the lake...and before you know it, the baby will be taking her first steps.
So hang in there, Arkansas friends...especially pregnant Arkansas friends! Our fall is on the horizon!