As I mentioned in previous posts I love fall. I'm glad it's officially here. And I'm glad I live in New England to enjoy fall at it's best. Now if only BYU could win this weekend all would be well.
Yesterday was the 1st day of Fall. I put out the artificial leaves in the vases my mom bought for me when Marian was born 2 years ago. They look great, very fallish. I had Vivaldi's 4 seasons on repeat all afternoon to celebrate the occasion. Jack thought I was playing a "Little Einsteins" soundtrack...at least he recognized the music. I pulled out the football from underneath Jack's bed and the next time Chad is home during daylight I intend to run intricate routes while Chad throws me the ball. Since the first fall we were married Chad has had me run routes and after 6 years I have to give him credit for never giving up on me. My fear of running into things (trees, park benches, etc...) takes away the fearless attitude that a football reciever really requires but I love it anyway and Chad seems to as well. By the way, my fear is not entirely unfounded. I'll spare you the details but lets just say there is a park bench in Vienna, Austria that ruined a perfect catch for me 7 years ago. The watermelon sized bruise has long since faded but I've still got the torn jeans to prove it.
