I know everyone is looking forward to cooler weather, acorns, colorful leaves, and pumpkin spice lattés. But I'm digging my heels into the last ounces of summer that I can. I know we're in the middle of September. But I don't care. I love the heat. I love the hot summer nights. I know I'm the minority here. And I'm okay with that. Fall will be here soon enough. And really, Fall/Winter/Spring: isn't it all the same down here? The overcast cool mornings, the rainy days, the lack my friend, the sun.
Yes, I'm looking forward to cardigans, boots, coffee any time of the day. I am. No, really, I am. I'm just not in a rush to get there.
Titus had a car theme 1st birthday party. Milo stole his birthday present.
Jonas looks on to see if I'm going to do anything about. I didn't.
The Hacker milking his birthday month as long as he can.
The birthday crew.
Abuelito's love is the best kind.
In protest to Fall:
I will enjoy the Fall season. Just...not yet.