Last week I picked up Miles and was given his tiny hand print on a construction-paper-leaf, his name written at the top. I swooned. It was going on the fridge. Immediately.
How in the world? Is this even real life? My baby is playing with paint and I am the parent going home with handmade crafts (works of art to me, of course). And that feeling of how lucky I am to be a mom to this little guy keeps coming.
Last weekend we went to Butler's Orchard for the morning. We got a perfect, sunny day and even though Miles had been teething a lot, being outside for awhile was just what he needed. There was a hayride and pumpkins. We even brought home a huge one for our front porch (again, surreal- I have a front porch?).
I live for this stuff. It is what I think about all week long: one day closer to going here or there, together.
Soon: family photos, Halloween fun, and a road trip!
What are you up to this fall?
wishing you joy on your journey,
kristen
