The other day Scott was cutting my hair and I was telling him about someone who fell into an affair and he asked, “What did they trip on?” We both laughed but what I love about him is how hard he laughs even at his own jokes. Our baby might be born on the same day as him.
Well we fell in love with fall and foilage on this trip – miles after miles of umber, magenta, and butter yellow leaves on the liquid ambers, sycamores, oaks, against forest green pines. The sun was shining like liquid rays of gold.
Autumn is dazzling in its display and makes you thankful to be alive.
