It's Fall

The front door is open and the cool breeze is blowing in.  Playoff baseball is on in the background.  My husband is in the kitchen cooking and my baby is in his swaddle cuddled up on my lap.  Henry occasionally opens his sleepy eyes and I lean down and give him eskimo kisses until he falls back asleep.  It's fall.

And now I want ALL THE SWEATERS.

one // two
three // four
five // six