Autumn seems to have arrived. After weeks of drought, now feels like the right time to try a dry run again—at least in my view. Some at home go anyway, rain or shine.
Tonight, we passed a field of beautiful sunflowers. Mom imagined herself in France, so of course we took photos again. Then she said, “That’s what you’d look like as a French RR.
Ebe, you would have turned 13 today. Sadly, you’re no longer here. Mom and I are doing well, though she still misses even your mischievous antics. Happy birthday in heaven.
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