I wanted to push the pause button on this day. Everything was perfect, the entire day was one of those fleeting moments of grace that usually only last minute or two.
I made pumpkin butter, granola, and tomato sauce. There was a fire raging all day. The sun was that perfect sun that only happens in fall where it is honest to God golden, and everything it touches is suddenly a masterpiece of a picture.
And Fiona. Fiona, Fiona, Fiona. Such a miracle. So many things had to happen for her to be cooing in my living room.
It was a perfect day.