Saturday was a beautiful day. No other words for it. The weather was perfect, bright blue sky painted behind leaves in brilliant orange and red and yellow. Bright and early we gathered boys, crowding them into the car and driving the forest-lined roads to camp for fall festival. After a few hours of painting pumpkins and eating hot dogs and climbing the rock-wall, we headed back to the ATL.
And I am grateful, once again, for the reminder of why I do this crazy-life that I do. Because these boys? I love them and they love our family and they drink the "tea" that Jayci serves them in porcelein tea cups. And they stay off street corners and find a place to belong for even a few hours.
Because really? Who needs margins when you have love? And lots of it.
(Ok I do need margins. For realz. But I'm just sayin, I love it.)