of all the falls

Years have gone and passed like whispers in the night. Flying by as almost invisible. But then there is a moment that takes your breathe. Or maybe, that moment actually allows you to breathe.



To breathe in the scent of life all around you. To truly feel as if your senses have burst into life.



These moments, these beautiful things of perfection, these are what matter most. These are what we will carry with us always.



The wind singing through the trees, the falling leaves that have given their last, the squirrels chattering, crisp breezes against bare cheeks, and two beautiful boys full of life and promise.








These are the moments. Of all the falls, this, now, is my favorite. I will savor every sweet moment...