Here’s to apple cider, pumpkin patches, candy corn and fall. Here’s to waking up to a chill in the air and a big, warm sweater to wrap up in. To walking out your door to the sound of crunching leaves beneath your feet and a crisp breeze that makes your hair dance across your face.
Here’s to scary movies and screaming out loud, then laughing til your belly hurts because you feel like such a fool. To grandma’s quilts, and black bean soup, and the smell of fresh baked bread coming from the kitchen.
I adore you.
To haunted hayrides, and scarves and gloves, and caramel apples as big as your head.
To Vermont and to the leaves, and to laying in the hammock until your toes might just fall off.
Going apple picking and pretending like you’re actually going to bake something, then driving home on heated seats in the Mini.
You. Complete me.
Because you, my favorite month of the year…I would be nothing without you.
And on the very first day of the very best month, I think of you and all the things that make you…You.
And my heart is full with possibility