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