We interrupt this cliff-hanger for a very important birthday.
I have always fallen in love in the fall.
The kindest boy I dated in high school. My nicest beau in college. The most amazing man I married when I was 25.
I fell for them all in the fall.
It should come as no surprise then that the sweetest one, my little boy, was born in October.
Funny, creative, sharp, sensitive, kind, energetic. He is a gift to his father and me.
Happy Birthday, pumpkin pie. I love you every season.
Children are a gift from the Lord;
they are a reward from him. Psalm 127:3 NLT
Time for a song that is quintessentially autumn. Time for a Moondance.