I’ve always loved fall, and all that the season entails–the changing colors, football, bonfires, camping, hayrack rides, apple orchards…you get the idea. Imagine my disappointment the last seven years in Texas, as 6 of those 7 details of fall are non existent, and that’s me giving San Antonio credit for at least having football on TV, even though we didn’t even have our own NFL team. This is all to say that yet another excitement of Atlanta is the return of fall, in spite of the fact that it will probably not include hayrack rides.

The first NFL game of the season airs tonight, and while it isn’t technically fall and it’s still 90+ degrees outside, Nicholas and I happy danced at the onset of fall. We dressed in our coordinating Falcons football t-shirts (even thought I’m rooting for the Ravens tonight) and cooked up our version of a fall feast–8 hour ribs, truffle macaroni and cheese, bacon green beans, and corn on the cob. I love being excited about simple things like a savory dinner and a good game on television. That said, it’s an ordinary night–dinner and football. It doesn’t seem important and certainly isn’t life changing, and yet it’s worth celebrating. Nicholas made a toast this past weekend for his birthday–he articulated the importance of ordinary moments and the happiness that they can bring. Tonight is such a night, and I’m thankful to live it.