There was a time in my life where I looooooved summer. I'm a July baby, and all year I waited, looked forward to and longed for summer. I would take hot, humid days and warm, thick nights over any other season. Somewhere along the line I got bit by the autumn love bug, and I've never looked back.

This past Saturday was a cloudy and rainy one. It drizzled off and on all day, and as I pulled up to The Chicken and The Egg for brunch with Laura, I thought to myself, God, this is such a beautiful day. It really was. The cool weather, the puddles of water along the sidewalks, the bright yet overcast skies... I had googly eyes for all of it. All of it! Laura and I had such a good time catching up over bottomless mimosas and fried chicken with vanilla cinnamon french toast. I ate every, single bite, and I was full for the rest of the day. I came home, took a nap, cuddled and played with the pup for a bit (she doesn't like the rain, even if it's just sprinkling, so going for a walk was out of the question), and headed down the road to Meredith's house so we could catch up on some tv shows. 

Autumn brunches should will happen more often in my world.