At the start of summer, it almost feels like there's this endless blank canvas ahead of us. So many possibilities and unlimited potential and time. And here we are heading into the second week of August, and I feel like it all went too fast again.
August is a bittersweet month every year. These summer months with young kids at home are such precious times, and it's always hard to close the door on another season of them being little and being around to make these memories with us. Yet there's so much to look forward to as we turn the page from one season to another. There's Jaden's flag football season, college tailgating and football Saturdays, Sundays filled with more football on TV and comfort food on the stove. There's pumpkin patches ahead, and Autumn candles lining the store shelves and cozy sweaters and crisper nights and a chance to slow our pace just a little bit as we find more time to gather at home around the family table at night for dinners and homework together. But yes, it's bittersweet, this time of year. The seasons change so often and quickly around here, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I just find it a struggle to keep up with it all sometimes. I'm a wife, a mom, a professional and a woman of faith. And all of those pieces of who I am cause waves of change to come in and out of my days and my seasons at a speedy pace. As long as there our children under our roof, August has been and will continue to feel as though it's the end of one chapter and the start of a new. This particular August just happens to be a big one.
And so here's to these last few weeks of summer. To the baseball games we've yet to play, the boat trips up the river we're still to take. Here's to highly anticipated family rides on Papa Tim's new pontoon boat and our upcoming day at the waterpark. Here's to a round of family mini-golf and an old neighborhood friend's wedding. Here's to meeting our new teachers and our new flag football coach and saying goodbye to a very special daycare and group of teachers that have meant the world to us during these past few very important years of nurturing and preparing our babies. To the simple moments at home - watering flowers on the deck as the sun sinks down earlier and earlier every evening, to swinging from our tree as the leaves above prepare to change colors, and to making chalk rainbows in our driveway before the rain comes to wash it all away again. Here's to August. And to these final weeks of making memories of a summer that's been so good to us.
A boatload of images captured to show how we've ushered in our final month of Summer 2015...
It's true - every summer tells a story. Let the pages of this one never be forgotten.