there is nothing funny about seventy-five degree fall days. and there is nothing funnier about them falling on the first day we don't have football {or plans in general} on a weekend day.
there is something magically lovely about said seventy-five degree fall days.
coffee on the back deck.
kids tromping through leaves.
energy to actually cook and bake (on the same day).
it makes me love my life. i love watching my girls play with their toys on the back deck. i love drawing with chalk on the driveway. i love keeping the doors to my house wide open. music jamming. football blaring.
togetherness.
oneness as a family, again. doing..................... nothing.
it used to bore me. now it spoils me.
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