|this one is my favorite|
I wrote yesterday that I was going to meet Rich for an anniversary lunch so we could kiss….but, HOWEVER, as soon as I got off the computer the school nurse called and said that Ethan had to come home, sick. He’s had a bad cough for almost 2 weeks and kept having coughing attacks during class. Yesterday it was all too much for him so he came home and crashed. I took him to the docs and he was diagnosed with “almost bronchitis” so we went to Target to fill a prescription for antibiotics. When we got home he slept and slept and it did a world of good, he got that sparkle back in his eyes and started smiling again. Anyway, I had that situation happen and then Jacob texted me and said I had to pick him up from school at 2 (the exact time I was to meet the husband) and take him to the fairgrounds so he and the rest of the football team could do their community service by cleaning the grounds after the fair this past weekend. Okay! So, Rich and I, we decided to go out to dinner instead. After picking up Jacob and Grace from their school activities, we were ready and on our way by 6:30. Yes indeed, we had a nice Mexican dinner … and guess what? The food was served on the dearest FIESTAWARE plates. I almost stole one but my Christian convictions stopped me.
Grace took the pictures of us before we left and I have decided I hate my hair but oh well, I did take the ponytail out on our way to dinner and that seemed better. (trying to grow out the bangs, but not fully committed) I wore a green anthropologie dress, a cardigan, and wedge sandals. This is noteworthy because I was originally going to wear comfortable jeans but I could hear my sister saying, “You better dress up for your date!” So, thank you, Amanda.
It is a gorgeous fall day today and I’ve gotten a lot accomplished. I feel like I could do anything in Autumn, it is my favorite time of year, the season in which I feel the most alive and energetic!
My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird
I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns.”