November in the country

“It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, 

parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. 

Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, 

let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.” 

― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

There is nothing quite like November at my parent's house, but this weekend somehow 

seemed better than ever to me. My heart felt lighter and my lungs more full. 

Maybe it had something to do with the home cooked meals and my dad's amazing banana waffle breakfast

or the beautiful crisp air outside and Lucy happily running through the fields.

Or maybe it was taking multiple naps and going through all my old baby clothes with my mom.

Or maybe its just getting away with Mr. D and never checking the time

or how surreal it still feels to fall asleep with him in my bedroom - 

the flickering glow of a fire in the fireplace. 

Or maybe, just maybe, its the little baby bump that is really beginning to slowly but surely grow  

and day dreaming about baby who will one day run through those fields 

and swing on that porch swing.

Whatever it was, I would not have traded this weekend for anything.

Thank you SO much for all the well wishes -

the emails and notes have made our hearts swell. 

We are so happy to be able to finally share our little news with everyone!

we walked to dinner by way of a playground...

"If it comes to a swinging, swing all, say I."
— Robert Louis Stevenson

 Last night, we walked to dinner by way of a playground. 

While Lucy girl chased after her tennis ball,

I went swinging.

When is the last time you sat on a swing? 

I closed my eyes and let my long (too long?) hair fully take flight in the wind.

It was freeing and exhilarating to feel the
weightlessness of the height and the gravity of the fall...

Only to be caught up in the air once again.

And so I became lost in the momentum -

forcing the hot, heavy summer air to move around me.

 It was just the thing I needed:

some carefree swinging.

But afterward, I paused for a moment while sitting across from Mr. D - both of us

sipping on delicious peach milkshakes with Lucy girl at our feet -

and found that I would not trade that moment for a thousand swings.

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Happy Weekend!

May it be at least a little carefree...

a collision.

"The most interesting information comes from children,
for they tell all they know and then stop."
— Mark Twain

One Summer night, 

the sky was laying on top of the field -

a collision that resulted in a million fireflies twinkling in the twilight.

So thick was their presence

that you would inevitably swallow them whole if you ran out into their midst.

 So majestic was their design

that one could hardly comprehend the spectacular scene illuminated in the space 

where this magnificent collision took place.

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I grew up catching lightening bugs in jars, 

but according to husband they don't exist out West. 

So, we have been outside catching fireflies every night to make up for this.

 photograph taken by amber.