Oh summer. You are by far, the busiest time of year for us. You are always a roller coaster. We move through you with a frenetic pace. We base our whole year around you in many ways. We start many sentences with, “This summer..” or “Next summer…” You are the season where we finally get to be a complete family. You are the season where we get that family ripped away. You truly are the best of times and the worst of times.
This was the summer when we finally got unpacked and everything was mostly settled.
This was the summer Jason worked so much.
This was the summer I got to stay home with the Little Man for the first time.
This was the summer of talking a lot and doing even more.
This was the summer of Angry Birds and basil lemonade.
This was the first summer when we took LM to the beach for his birthday.
This was the first time he flew on his own.
This was the summer I blogged and scrapbooked all over the place.
This was such a stressful summer for Jason in so many ways, but as always he handled things with a level of patience and perseverance that amazes me.
This summer we were kind of hermits, but we loved it that way.
This was the first summer since we got married that I haven’t seen my family.
This was the summer of eye problems and the Hunger Games.
This was the summer of Amelia Peabody and Pinterest.
This was the summer of baking bread and playing outside.
This was the summer we watched the Olympics. A lot.
This was the summer of conversations at the (kitchen) bar.
This was the summer we swam.
This was the summer of L.A. and St. Augustine.
This was the summer of getting to know Jason’s dad a little better and getting to know the Little Man a lot better.
This was the summer of working with my husband as a team, and making a home together that truly feels like “ours”.
This was the summer I tried desperately to help my sister from afar.
This summer I cried a lot. But I laughed so much more.
This is the summer I finally found peace with a part of my life I’ve been struggling with for years.
This has been the best summer. Ever.