{Today's Letters}

Dear Timothy James, the other day I left our front door wide open and forgot to add baking soda to my applesauce spice cake. Thank you for being patient with my sleep deprived brainbox. Dear Lack of Sleep, sometimes you make me want to pour coffee directly into my eyeballs. That's all. Dear Pumpkin Thief, whenever I see another pumpkin missing off of our front porch I tell myself you've been busy making me a pie. With homemade maple whipped cream. And a crust as thick as your head. Dear Husband, afternoon bath time with Brave has become one of the sweetest parts of my day. Thank you for taking this photo, even though it looks like she has a unibrow like Nicholas Cage.

Happy Wednesday, brave ones! Speaking of pie ... what's your favorite fall pie??