Yesterday, The Teenager and I rose early. Our mission for the day was to finally capture The One; the picture that would be her official Senior picture for the yearbook, graduation announcements, grad party portrait, etc.
We chose the early morning for the light, and, armed with a Starbucks peppermint mocha, a skinny cinnamon dolce latte, and two ham and cheese paninis; we headed south, for the mountains and the fall color they promised to deliver.
The time spent in the car together was worth the trip, even if we hadn't gotten a number of great pictures from which to choose, although, we certainly did.
We had a beautiful day for the photo shoot; while a bit chilly, it was clear and sunny and a perfect example of fall in Colorado.
Once the light died, we made good use of the rest of the day; we shopped for the groceries that I need to make a white chicken chili recipe that I have been wanting to try, picked up a couple of glittery faux pumpkins to add to my Halloween mantle décor, roamed around a number of antique stores in search of antique lanterns to use in Hugh's annual haunted house, and talked at length about when she goes to college. As you may guess, I enjoyed some parts of our day more than others.
Just kidding, I don't mind talking about the inevitable day that she will fly the nest, I don't mind it, at all. Also, I have some really gorgeous oceanfront property in Arizona that I am willing to sell to the highest bidder; I'll hook you up if you are interested.