My brother, his wife, and most importantly, their baby Kollman are here visiting. I can’t explain how much I love this baby. Or that my brother, at 48, is a new dad.
The weather, the weather! I am so thrilled to wake up to somewhat chilly mornings, leaves on the ground, fog floating across the mountains.
I love traditions. I don’t love being in bondage to traditions, but I love celebrating events with certain traditions. Laurel’s birthday was a few weeks ago, but I still find the number “15” taped all over the house. It’s what we do and have always done with all three kids: tape a dozen or two of their new age around the house.
What beautiful things are in your world today?