Trevor stopped by for a few minutes this morning on the way to a job survey… just long enough to wake us with a kiss, start a pot of coffee and a fire (how spoiled am I???).
And the way he talks to Judah…
The way he holds him close…
and the way he says, “my son”…
well– it makes me fall a little harder each time.
I won the freaking lottery, folks.
Also, we went to a harvest party tonight thrown by some lovely friends for the families in our church.
Judah’s jungle bud, Owen
The party was also graced by the presence of several beautiful princesses