This post has been sitting in my drafts folder for awhile (as posts tend to do around here.) Mostly because I have mixed feelings about this past summer. There were so many great and wonderful things, like our family vacation, and buying our first home, but as I've mentioned before it was also a hard summer for me. I felt very overwhelmed, and very postpartum, and very chaotic, and between buying a house, and moving, and adjusting to life with three bambinos, it just wasn't the summer I imagined. It just wasn't the summer I had hoped for. It just wasn't the summer I had planned.
There were no camping trips like I planned, there was no beach trip like I planned, there were no trips to visit family in NC like I planned, or family in GA like I hoped, I didn't teach Henry to swim like I hoped to, I didn't go see friends in Norfolk like I had planned, and I never did quiiiite get the tan I had dreamed of. And, I only read one book all summer. One.
So, I've put off writing this post, because I just don't quite know what I want to say about this summer. But then, this morning, I clicked on the draft I had marked as "Summer", and scrolled through the handful of pictures left over from those warm, sunny, insanely busy months, and you know what?
If I just forget about what I had IMAGINED the summer was going to be like, and just focus on what it actually WAS, then all of sudden, it looks pretty darn good.
Possibly, pretty darn great.
|Moving face. Note the pile of boxes to be packed behind me.|
|first sleepover! with Whit!|
|last day in our old house, last ice cream in our old neighborhood|
I think the kids had a pretty good time, at least.
But next year, we're going camping. And to the beach. And I'm teaching Henry AND Maggie to swim. I really mean it this time! I really do!