The thoroughfares of the home are getting crowded as totes and boxes slide along these highways... Autumn up. Wise men out.. Gingerbread...turn on your blinkers! You need to exit in the kitchen. What is in all these boxes, and why don't I have anything for anybody but I have all this?
But honeys, none of this matters. We all know it. What truly matters can't be boxed, decorated, or hauled from storage. So very thankful for everyone in my life, both past and present.