I made one small pizza tonight for Adam and I, and I put all kinds of crazy things in the crust - because I could. It takes four large pizzas to fill up a house full of teenage boys. So that's a perk.
I took a picture of the sink today to prove to my boys that it is made of stainless steel, not dishes.
I miss my kiddos. One more day. I've yet to rest while they're gone. Or write. Tomorrow is do or die time on both.
Rolling hills that had been vibrant green just weeks ago were now muted in tone, as if they were taking a deep breath before bursting into the song of fall.