Having lived in Florida my whole life, I never really have experienced fall.
Maybe thats why its my favorite time of the year.
I dream of turning leaves, scarfs, and mitten covered hands.
Two weeks ago we took a trip up to where fall is like a Norman Rockwell painting.
New England.
Buggie, being my daughter through and through, LOVED every second of our trip.
She was so excited to get bundled up and run like the wind through the falling leaves.
Her favorite night had to be when we made smores.
She was a pro.
She scavenged for the best stick the backyard could boost.
And toasted her marshmallow to the perfect shade of brown.
She decided the ginormous marshmallows were enough, so she bagged the
chocolate and graham crackers.
The most perfect fall night created the most perfect fall memory.
XO
