We've lived on this street for eleven years. Every single year driving this stretch of road is like a gift. As I leave our home, and head out to the busy street at the bottom of the hill, this row of trees is showing off gorgeous shades of red and yellow and orange. As their leaves begin to drop and cover the street, I'm just awed by the beauty of it. I've often wondered if God, in his graciousness, gives us one last blast of color before everything goes bare, takes some time to rest. It also reminds me of God's constancy - His promise that the seaons won't fail. Winter will come, spring, summer will stretch on, then again, Fall with a repeat of this glorious show. I will miss this view someday when we move away. I've etched it in my memory to conjure up the first time fall comes around, and I'm not here to see it.

The big boy is standing alone, and when he pushes the tummy of this Leap Pad frog, it plays the alphabet. Landon begins to dance back and forth, up and down, and I can see him getting his balance. It won't be long til he's cruisin' all over the place. Notice the big-boy haircut, his first, last week after someone mistook him for a very husky girl! That sent him straight to the barber.

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