April’s Apple Pie
That moment when I realize I didn’t even think about picking up my camera all day and now it’s evening and I have no idea what to do for a blog picture. I could always cruise back through my picture archives, but I feel that’s cheating (though in desperation, I have been known to do that). Then, Jonathan walked in the door. He had just picked Andrew up at April’s house and came to get Natasha at our house. (Monday’s are a little crazy for him) In one hand he had Andrew in his car seat, in the other–an apple pie, still warm, from April’s oven. Dessert and a blog post….. The picture can’t possibly do it justice. It was The. Best. Apple. Pie. Ever!