I can’t believe it’s over. As Georgia O’Keefe once stated, “𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.” This summer I spent time with my hands in the dirt. Heck, my whole being was covered in earth. My fondest moments are those spent with my Cali girl in the garden- sweet talking the bees, raising Monarchs, and watching the birds fledge their families. My ingrained moments are the joy filled shrieks my children gave from the pool, a beach, their skateboards. My happiest moments consist of my husband’s warm smile, my kiddos ice cream covered lips, my pups lake washed fur, and how the scent of cedar made its way across my face on an evening cruise in northern country. We thrifted, we picked berries, we swam our hearts out, we ate enough ice cream to feed a small army, and we loved. Boy did we love. I never feel quite right sending my kids to school and away from me.. But this fall, this winter, I’ll remember how I watched them grow before my eyes. How we laughed. I’ll remember the gentle ways they held their beloved insects, or how they counted minnows. I’ll remember their sunkissed skin and the promise of lazy dinners and slow mornings. I’ll remember bare toes in the garden and the awe of mother nature through youthful eyes. It’s never enough for me. These moments. I’m not sure I’m really “myself” quite yet. But here we go.. Onto the next chapter. Second grade, here I come! Ready or… Not. -JL
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