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October 6, 2025 I think back to a memory from several years back. I decided to share it once again in honor of my son and his strength and courage... in honor of my memories. Isn’t it incredible how a single object can hold a million memories? It can bring them back in an instant—like a wave crashing over you, unexpected and full of feeling. Here’s a small fact about my family: we love blankets. Especially in the colder months, they’re everywhere—on couches, chairs, beds—read

Fall has a way of slipping in quietly—one morning, the air just feels different. Not cold exactly, but crisp, like it’s been filtered overnight. I stepped outside today and it hit me all at once: that familiar scent of dried leaves and distant woodsmoke, the kind that makes you pause and breathe a little deeper. The sky was that perfect shade of autumn blue, stretched wide and clean, like it had been rinsed clear of summer’s haze.

Today felt like the end. Not just of the day, or the weekend, but of the season—the kind of ending you don’t really say out loud, but feel deep in your chest.