Sometimes, you just have to interrupt nap time to let her play in her favorite pajamas in the leaves. Every year around this time, I start to get a little nostalgic. The fall seems to have so much meaning for me.The cool air and crunchy leaves take me back to ten falls ago. My dad, brother and I would ride our bikes in the evening, just until it got too dark. My mom would have warm cookies waiting for us when we returned home.
Seven falls ago, when I first started going to church.
Five falls ago, when I first started dating Michael, and no amount of time we spent together was ever enough.
Two falls ago, when all our hopes revolved around adding a sweet baby to our little family.And last fall, when we were blessed with the most beautiful (and crazy!) baby girl.
I’m so thankful for falls.