A house is not a home until the lights turn on
I love this! After having our first child I would walk the neighborhood with her each evening. I felt the same way!
We do this with our youngest and it invokes a sort of warm melancholy. The feeling is only amplified during the most liminal days of each season, and particularly so around Christmas.
I love this! After having our first child I would walk the neighborhood with her each evening. I felt the same way!
We do this with our youngest and it invokes a sort of warm melancholy. The feeling is only amplified during the most liminal days of each season, and particularly so around Christmas.