I couldn't help it. The Fall morning light streaming in our house this morning just begged for pictures. When we move someday, I want to remember what this sweet home of ours looked like first thing in the morning. Especially in the Fall.
I adore the Fall, if you couldn't tell. And I'm so, so thankful Baby L is making his entrance into the world during Tennessee's most beautiful season. He's getting in at just the right time... pumpkins, the smell of cinnamon, Thanksgiving, and then right into Christmas. What a lucky boy.
It's clear and breezy and gorgeous today, and I think it would make a fine day for a birthday. 10-16 has a nice ring to it, too. You hear that, L? :)