Dinner simmering on the stove, a glass of tea, Avett Brothers on repeat, doors flung open wide. A pup running off with a football, a baby climbing in and out of his little red wagon, all of us waiting for papa to come home. It's the sweetest as the seasons begin to change and the leaves show hints of orange.
We are building something here in this little house on the shore. Something I am very proud of.