It’s the start of September the air is still warm, but every now and then there’s a breeze that feels like a soft reminder that fall isn’t too far away.
I clocked out a little early this week and slipped out of my usual routine to spend the evening volunteering with my husband at one of his work events. Saying hello, lending a hand, and stealing those little glances and laughs the kind that make you remember exactly why you fell in love in the first place.
And when the clock struck done the night still had more to give so we headed straight to the fair. The air felt like summer was holding on just a little longer and we let it. We wandered through the bright lights, the chaos and shared way too many fried things (with zero regrets) and laughed over prizes we didn’t win. We pulled into the driveway just before midnight feeling full in every possible way.
It took me right back to the very first time we went to the fair together back when we were still just dating and everything felt new. Funny how walking beside him under those same string lights still make me feel eighteen and completely in love.
Work has been its usual mix of busy and quiet but lately I’ve been slipping away to the library on my breaks. It’s just far enough to feel like a peaceful little reset and it’s where I’ve started working on my blog each week (which honestly makes me love it even more). There’s something about sitting at a quiet table, surrounded by books, writing little love letters to the internet that just feels so right.
This weekend we’re packing a blanket, grabbing our fur baby, and heading out for a picnic. One more slow moment before the season starts to shift. Because fall is coming (my cinnamon-loving heart is ready) but I want to savor these last sweet sunny days while they’re still here.
So here we are:
One soft September evening.
One spontaneous fair date (extra fried food included).
One string of lights glowing like a memory.
And me holding on tight to these last golden days and falling for him all over again.
