at the orchard

A few weekends ago we spent Sunday afternoon at the apple orchard. I love that Andy has regular weekends now. (Before going full time in his current position last July, he pretty much worked nonstop. Days off were sometimes months apart and often midweek. It sucked, frankly. It's great to have space to just live, breathe, and be as a family. Sacred, really. Anyway.)

Caleb was getting over a cold (not to mention Molarmageddon just two days prior), so he looks a little rough around the edges in most of the photos. Still, the day yielded some great memories, in addition to the apples, pumpkins, and cider doughnuts we brought home. It was the first apple picking experience for both Caleb and Andy, which made it that much more special. A new family tradition, to be sure.