This is my favorite part. Heading out toward the orchard. They may know it now, but they didn’t catch on for years. Year after year, I would snap a picture of my family walking up the dirt road toward the orchard.
I’m too young for this. I’m only 38 years old, I live in the Midwest, and I entered the fall of 2016 with the greatest sense of excitement and dread I’ve ever felt in my adult life. My daughter was starting her senior year of high school and was not prepared for the roller coaster of emotions that I had suppressed for the past 17 years of her life. (more…)