The best season of all is at it’s peak.
The sweetest apples have been picked.
A year ago, it was a season of cuddles, cries, and sleepless nights.
This fall you are an explorer, an adventurer, a baby who is becoming a child.
It’s bittersweet, trying to hold on to how you used to be, yet longing to see who you become. 
Your leaves are changing, Jolie bean. And it’s beautiful.
