As the seasons change, we find ourselves settling into a different kind of rhythm. The whole house is opened up to the fresh air, and the breeze carries with it the promise of colder months to come. Leaves change colors, and I pull out sweaters, slippers, and quilts. Time seems to move more slowly, and we find renewed appreciation for late evening meals filled with the flavors that only the earthiness of fall can bring.
With all this change, our love remains simple. A board spread over two stools, layered with vintage tablecloths, lit with candles, becomes our table tonight, and hopefully, for many nights to come. I am grateful for the ease of knowing a partner so well that even when the seasons change, our love stays. It is an evolving love to be sure, and it feels new at every turn, but it is also so simple. We eat, we laugh, we savor the moments over food. We are ourselves, together.