Hello friends! How exciting was this past weekend with a frosty chill in the air!?! We did all the fall stuff this weekend. We kicked it off with a trip to my sisters' homecoming parade & then football game on Friday night & on Sunday we took our annual trip to the pumpkin patch. It finally feels like fall now that we drank hot apple cider, danced to a Johnny Cash cover band, saw brand new baby pigs, and brought home a bunch of pum'kins.

A few weeks ago I dreamed I was standing in my grandparent's kitchen, by the window over their sink. I told my grandpa with all the excitement, joy & hope, that I wanted to buy their red house. I don't remember him saying anything to me, only a sense of acknowledgement & peace. Peace that he understood & was taking care of the details. The feeling of being inside the home I was raised felt euphoric. I went down to the basement & then my grandma came running down straight to me and gave me the tightest, warmest, longest hug. She said something to me about my heart & missing her. I woke in tears, strong emotional tears, not sad but overwhelmed because it felt so real. It felt as though I had been with them for only a fleeting moment, but enough time to fill me with an enormous amount of excitement. I had never dreamed of them together before.