Fall made a grand entrance indeed and our village celebrated appropriately.
We rang in the beautiful season in Green Valley with a hayrack, hotdogs, s'mores, kids running wild, barefoot and free. It was a celebration of Braden's birthday and we kicked it of in my most favorite ways that mimic all of my childhood memories. I'm positive that they will share in the same adoration of this season when they one day look back and return in their minds to nights like this with little friends who will then be grown beside them.
This is the good stuff, for sure.
Happiest Birthday Brother boy!
And Happy Fall, friends.