Looking Up

Sean & I collected leaves & pine cones on the grounds surrounding the apartment. It was a beautiful crisp day today, one in which the smell of fall seems to float in on the air around you.

I often times will smell firewood burning and I am suddenly just 12 years old again, spending the afternoon at my grandparents house with my dad...I remember the old fire stove and how the bricks surrounding it seemed to always be warm, even after the fire had died. I had loved laying out on the floor in front of it and I'll never be able to smell those same scents without remembering my wonderful grandfather.

Today, I wished he could've met Sean...Nothing is more beautiful than the glint of child wonder in his eyes and the radiation of pure happiness in his laughter.