“Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving.”
-W.T. Purkiser
The golden-deliciousness of falling leaves and the crispness in the air can mean only one thing: fall has unmistakably encroached on my beloved summer. I truly wish I were a soul who thrived in all seasons, but alas, it is not so. Continue reading
becoming brittany 