With this crazy July weather we've been having (upper 90's one day, chilly mid-60's the next,) I think we're all a bit confused on what time of year it is. I was hoping to go to a water park on Friday afternoon, but due to the winter-like conditions, decided to get a pedi, go to a French bakery, and shopping instead. A fun afternoon, for sure, but not the one I was expecting! We went to a my co-worker's party last night, and it was weird pulling out the fall apparel. But, glad we had it, as we were outside most of the night, and it was chilly. This weather has started me thinking about this fall...and hunting season. I'm not a hunter, but Scott is. That means we both like it when we see deer in the neighborhood - but our joy is probably for different reasons. I think they're cute animals, whereas Scott sees dinner. On Thursday afternoon (I was home with a fevered-Ava) I looked out our back window and saw a doe with two fawns -...
"Siblings...like branches on a tree we grow in different directions yet our roots remain as one."