Fall is always tinged with a bit of nostalgia. First day of school photos, football season and coffee cravings. I remember the best cup of coffee I ever had. It was in Paris. Before heading to our apartment for the week, we had to go to a cafe around the corner and get the key from the bar keeper. Before heading to the apartment, we sat down to enjoy our first cup of coffee. It was pure heaven. I was instantly transformed and ready to live like a (touristy) Parisienne for the week.
There is nothing better than a cafe creme in Paris. And I had one every day.
*All photos taken by my talented husband.
After seeing all the “First Day of School” photos floating around facebook, twitter & instagram, Clementine decided she wanted to go to school. She grabbed her favorite book, her favorite bunny (Pat) and sat on the front porch waiting for the school bus to come pick her up.
She insisted we shared her first day of school photos like all the other children. My sweet little babe.
I know all too well that school really will be here before we know it. Until then, we’ll pretend.
For me this past weekend started off with a beer and a little jewelry making. Not a bad way to kick things off! A custom order got me back at it again, but soon I’ll have a few extra pretties to add to the shop.
Then, after a journey all the way over from England to Columbus, GA via the Charleston port – my husband’s new (old) Landrover Defender made it in time for the weekend. It’s a pretty darn cool truck if I do say so myself.
And despite a weekend full of getting the house and yard ready to put it on the market we squeezed in a Sunday morning coffee run in the new truck. A coffee run means nothing to little Miss Clementine, she fell asleep on the way home so we put her carseat in the crib and let her nap there. She didn’t seem to mind and woke up all smiles.
Here’s to a week as productive and fun as the weekend!
*My husband took these awesome photos. He was a professional photographer in another life (the pre-army life) and a dang good one at that!
This morning as I sat her looking at my baby girl playing in her exersaucer, I thought back to when she was a teeny newborn. Pouring over the photos from that day, I’m stunned by how they bring me right back to those moment and feelings I had looking at her, holding her and breathing her in. So surreal.
1. Seeing her for the first time.
2. Seeing my husband hold her hand.
3. Our daughter looking at us. Her parents.
4. Her tiny body in those ridiculous hand mittens, the teeny hospital shirt we still have. And skinny legs.
5. Sleeping beauty.
6. Sweet, sweet profile.
7. That little bird mouth.
8. The way she was so alert and looked around. (when she was awake)
9. Sweet baby naps and how she fit so perfectly on my chest.
10. Going home and how tiny she was in that carseat.