It's In That Moment...

I tried to find a photo to portray the feelings that go with this post, but after a few moments of searching I came to quickly realize that you can't take a picture of this. . . 

It's in that moment, when the air is crisp and cold, the month is November, and the grass begins to fade to yellow that nostalgia overwhelms me and I'm taken back to my childhood and my favorite time of year. My aunt's birthday is 5 November. My birthday is 9 November. My dad's birthday is 23 November. Thanksgiving. Turkey. Jackets. Watching your warm breath turn to fog on a cold morning. Decorating for Christmas. Hunting season. Fireplaces. Sitting next to my daddy in his truck, counting deer on the side of the road on a sunset drive.

I'll never stop missing you.