I love to get up early. Before the noise of the day begins – when the sun is just starting to peek through the trees, when the house is quiet and still. The smell of coffee wafts through the house as the pot kicks off from when I set it the night before. It’s my…
I love fall. I do. I love everything about it. Crisp, cooler weather. Leaves in vibrant oranges and yellows. Football. Soups and chilis with warm, cozy flavors. Sweaters and hoodies. And pumpkins. All the pumpkins. The first fall after we got married, when I pulled out the boxes of fall decorations, my husband’s response was,…
Today is my birthday. I am 45 years old – that feels so strange to type. 45. I remember hearing my grandmother talk about how fast time flies, and then hearing my parents echo the sentiment. Now, I’m beginning to understand… I had a “me day” planned. I was going to get up and have…