Because I'm Crazy: Cousin Sleepover (48/60)

Since we aren't going out of town . . . the Littles (Pips and Finn) begged for a cousin sleepover . . . we said yes.

It also happened to fall on the most beautiful fall day to date . . . the sunset . . .stunning

See the snow storm on the mountains with the pink tinge of the clouds from the sunset . . .

And here's the sun going down . . .

Oh, and here are the cousins . .. creating wild and elaborate story games . . .

Which was followed by dinner . . . only it didn't disrupt the game . . . they incorporated the meal into their game. Seriously.

Oh, it's me . . . and my front porch . . . calling the kids in to eat.

And here's where I've spent the last few afternoons, sitting in the sun, dozing because for a few hours this week, I've had time to sit down. In the sun.

Fall, I love you.

Now, the biggest question of all . . . will I get any sleep tonight?

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