So now that fall has officially arrived, both by date, and FINALLY, by temperature, I've found some closure to Summertime. Coopers first summer ever, and Jacksons third. These baby summers will end before I know it and I'm glad we packed it full of just enough stuff and just enough nothing...

Today I folded the laundry. We just moved and now have this adorable window seat upstairs where I sat today and folded. Both boys were sleeping as I quietly sat in the hallway, sun drenching in, but also a cool breeze floating through the open window. It was one of those sweet quiet moments that I love. And today it brought me back to another very specific sweet, quiet, laundry moment...

I am a creature of habit. There is a little breakfast cafe that I frequent probably twice a month down the street from the duplex I live in. I order the same french toast meal every single time, and the servers know it by heart. I love my small-town-old-man-regular-breakfast-order-experiences. It’s a comfortable feeling. I could see myself being one of those old men that goes to the same cafe every Saturday morning, with the same server, ordering the same meal, that costs the same price, until one day they change the menu prices on me and it ruins my whole month! So I might be a little Jack-Nicholson-like, from the movie As Good As It Gets, SO WHAT! Don’t make me change.