I’m not ready to see the summer end. Not even remotely ready. It has, as always, gone too fast . . . and yet it is so hard to remember ‘real’ life with schedules and deadlines; it seems like it has been summer forever. I wish it could go on forever. It has been a great one.
This was the summer the kids learned to swim . . .
the summer Fletcher lost his first tooth . . .
the summer we visited London and Italy . . .
and we can’t forget Foamhenge!
I’m going to do my best to let it go gracefully, and look forward to cooler temps and the approach of Halloween. I’ll do my best. But I can’t promise there won’t be a few more beach days calling us before summer is truly over . . .