Friday I found heaven on earth with my autumnal son and husband, both in their boots, at a pumpkin festival. Churros and giggles and goats. I took nine million pictures as it was my last Alive Day. Pretend I dropped them off at the photo counter at Eckerds. Splurged for doubles. Had to wait five days to pick them up. Now we're leaning over the kitchen counter, looking through them, smudging them with lotion and olive oil, choosing one to stick on the fridge, and one to Frame.