Y’all. Abby and I went home to Mt. Pleasant this weekend, and it was golden in general. But specifically:
The golden sunset as we walked on the beach and the sky turned purple and pink and the water was warm and the air tasted salty. So so so thankful for those moments of golden sky bliss and the conversations we had, strolling on the beach in November.
Farmers markets, golden sun soaked naps in the park, and my new gold hoops that I am obsessed with.
The fact that my car must have been surrounded by angels with golden halos, because it was raining and dark when we were driving back last night, and I was not so energized and just so done with driving. But God kept us safe, PTL.