We are halfway through what is by far our best summer ever. We are savoring every juicy bite of watermelon, every splash in the pool, every morning of laying around in Mommy and Papi’s bed with the sun streaming in watching Curious George and Mickey Mouse Playhouse and talking about how happy we are that we don’t have to rush-rush-rush to catch the bus. Mommy is taking a lot of time off — maximizing every bit of that hard-earned tenure. Papi is working hard to slow it down a bit. Kyle and Owen are never bored, even though there is not much at all scheduled in for the bulk of most days. Meera is in-love with having her brothers home with her. Bedtime is more like 8 instead of 7, and often even later. There are toads to hold, fireflies to catch, and there is football to play in the back yard. We’re eating blueberries by the quart-full and drinking lemonade (and iced coffee!) by the gallon. We’re in the midst of a record heat wave. And even though we know these days are numbered, right now it feels like we’re smack in the middle of endless summer. Summer is at its ripest right now.
Not a day goes by that we aren’t fully grateful for all that we have in this life that we’re living. Summer makes it even easier to feel the decadent beauty of it all. And on days like today (the one-year anniversary of this), that gratefulness feels especially acute.
Summer is halfway over. But I — forever and always the one to see the glass as half full — prefer to think of it as half-the-summer-is-still-to-come.
xoxo
Mom