"When you called me to be a Mama, You didn't ask for perfection. But that with every breath, I'd point them to You."

Friday, August 29, 2014

summer, '14...

"...and at the end of the day, your feet should be dirty, your hair messy and your eyes sparkling."

It seems like we were just counting down the weeks and the days, longing for later sunsets, that taste of perfect Iowa sweet corn and nights at the carnival. Anxiously anticipating our days at the pool, evenings at the baseball fields and July fireworks. And just like that, the pool is closed, our nights at the baseball fields are turning into nights on the football field and we're getting ready to replace sweet corn suppers with soups on the stove and mums on the deck. Such is life. You get comfortable and settled where you're at just in time for the game to change. I'm an Iowa girl through and through and wouldn't have it any other way.

I need these seasons of ours. And I love each and every one of them. I love the excitement weather patterns bring. When the snow changes to rain, changes to thunderstorms, changes to falling leaves, changes back to that first winter storm of the year. I appreciate planting those pots of flowers in spring, tucking my babies in bed with sunblock still lingering in their hair in the summer, decorating our cozy home for harvest season and anticipating that first kickoff Saturday in the fall, and sipping that first cup of hot chocolate or a Starbucks Peppermint Mocha in the winter. And though I do wish Fall was longer and Winter shorter, there is so much in each season to embrace and celebrate. I'm so very excited for the season and the months ahead.

But I look back at this summer of ours with so much gratitude for the memories we made and with a little bit of sadness that the next time we're met with hot days and late nights, our boys will be another year older.

So I'm reflecting and looking back. Just a few of my favorite pictures, my favorite moments. And remembering most of all - those later bedtimes, those incredibly dirty feet immersed in bubble bath water, that sweet, sweet smell of sunblock that I know will be a scent of nostalgia for me years down the road... and the twinkle in their eyes all summer long.













 



 




























 



 







 


 
 
...we were together. I forget the rest. :)