We're heading into the last week of summer break over here and while I am excited for certain parts of the school year rhythm, I mostly feel sad and nostalgic about the passing of time. Most summer days there is a pile of bikes in front of my house and a pile of boys climbing all over the swing set. I might just be lonely for my biggest boy and his posse once they are all in front of desks instead of playing out back. It just all happens too fast, doesn't it?
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Most days
We're heading into the last week of summer break over here and while I am excited for certain parts of the school year rhythm, I mostly feel sad and nostalgic about the passing of time. Most summer days there is a pile of bikes in front of my house and a pile of boys climbing all over the swing set. I might just be lonely for my biggest boy and his posse once they are all in front of desks instead of playing out back. It just all happens too fast, doesn't it?
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