A beautiful morning

Sometimes, the stars align {okay. it is not the stars. it is The Only Thing Worth Walking Toward.} and you have what feels like a perfect moment with your precious family.

Our Labor Day was like that:

Crisp air.
No schedule.
Quiet home.
Playing outside in sweatshirts.
Enjoying each other.
Giggling.
Sitting still {at least mommy was. a rarity.}
Drinking coffee while it is still hot {another rarity. but a true joy, I tell ya}