I’m a few pumpkins on the front porch/apple cinnamon candle kind of gal, but that’s about as far as my fall decorating goes. Holly asked the other day if we could “spooky up the house” so we decided to do a little zombie crafting. Boo.
On my birthday. One a year. Every year. For the rest of years.
She came home from school today and handed me the one on the right. Sometimes I have to hold back crying when she gives these to me. She will never know how much they mean. She will always be the sweetest.