We met early on a Saturday morning…before I’m usually awake (yeah, I’m a night person). As I walked to the meeting place the smell of bacon and eggs from the neighborhood breakfast greasy spoon hung, just suspended there, just waiting for a hungry pedestrian to walk by. This is the way I imagined small towns would smell on Saturday mornings, rather, this is the way they should smell. The only people really up are the retired gentlemen meeting for their coffee, oatmeal and paper. The air starting to get that morning chill that comes with the turning of summer.
And thats where I met up with the Kent-Harber family. We had an absolutely lovely time walking around our corner of home ~ I was so honored to have been able to be a small part of their family for the day!