In Autumn

“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, 
and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” 
― George Eliot

I could kiss every fallen leaf and sing aloud for every tree aglow in the light of Autumn. 

As we drove along the highway toward Vermont this weekend, 

I couldn't help but feel inexplicably at home.

It is in Autumn that I was born, 

that I fell in love with my husband

and only Autumn last, that we found out our family would soon grow.

I am completely enamored with this season

and the man whose hand warms mine among the fallen leaves and cool, crisp breeze. 

Mondays are always a little harder than the rest of the week for Lyla Bird and I...

we wait anxiously all day long for Mr. D to come back home. 

We sure do love him so.