OK, so, I know that it's not really cold here in Florida compared to everywhere else in the country (Oh, Julianna. I'm so sorry for you). But for us? It's pretty darn chilly.
It's a nice change of pace, even if it isn't the sundress-wearing, breezy, sunshiney weather I'm suddenly craving. Anytime I can get away with wearing my thrifted, navy blue, wool trench coat is nice.
When I got out of the car this afternoon, Emma told me I looked like a spy. Oh, yeah. If you are ever feeling small and mousy, a trench coat and a pair of black boots will set you right. Especially if you can wear sunglasses too.
For our running-around time this evening, though, I had to get out of those fussy dress clothes. What to do? We don't have winter coats really....
Layers. That's the thing.
Don't snicker at me. Let's see how you do when it's 97 degrees with 85% humidity.
There is lots of blog-worthy living going on here, I'm just not finding a good way to balance living it and blogging it both.
DAILY BLISS: tucking Emma into bed tonight, after singing a lullaby, her heavy eyelids drooped, she yawned a sleepy yawn and just for a second I saw a shadow of her smaller self pass over her face