I blinked and summer came and went. A fast blur of pool trips, zoo excursions, play dates, being outside until the sun went down. I love summer for so many reasons. I feel like the standards lower because the clock holds no value and if you're late to soccer camp it doesn't really matter. And while I'm at it, the full admission that parenting tactics are reduced to filtering every decision through the lens of why sure, it's summer...have your 5th popsicle of day the. It is after all, summer.
Well now summer is in the rearview mirror and the horizon ahead is school. We blazed the trail of summer with our fun loving, endless bickering, sun-kissed crew, crossing off our bucket list and even cramming in a last minute finale of everything we wanted to do but ran out of time.
I loved summer. I loved everything about it.
Loved the fun, loved the work. Loved the good, loved the challenge.
And the best part of summer, this little nugget, our Bella Jane continued raking in the good news. My girl had everyone a little worried, doing blood work and talking about MRI's. We've had a faithful team of doctors, physical therapists, friends, and family rally to give her the push she needed. We're watching His faithfulness play out and watching her get better. Someone said it early on how she'll do it when she's ready. Some things she doing, other things not yet.
She'll do it when she's ready.
A wonderful way to say our farewell summer, hello new season. The school year.
Bouquets of sharpened pencils.
And I love this time of year. I love how the nothingness pace of summer dwindles and the schedule and routines pick up.
First item on the agenda, celebrating the birthday girl. We kept it simple with a family dinner and some cupcakes. Loving on this baby and telling her about the day she surprised us all and came weeks early. She's been a blessing ever since.
We have trudged onward to school supply shopping, parent meetings, back to school nights, and sign ups for activities. The fun stuff that makes you smile and at the same time puts you into the cliche category of parents who guzzle coffee, talk about the cost of diapers, wait in carpool lines, and chase kids on soccer fields. It's silly and mundane yet all the while it's a blast and a blessing. They're growing up, taking their steps of independence away from us reaching for the goal of one day leaving. Trails to blaze and dreams to pursue because He's called them.
And it begins with play dough and snack time.
apple tarts...a new spin on an old tradition, an apple for the teacher.
Jesus Calling, a sweet way to start the day with littles. Many mamas ahead of me recommended this and it's a treasure.
My Bear has been looking forward to starting school all summer long. Endless questions of how many weeks, days, and sleeps until school starts. It's here now and my girl has her own little bucket list of things to do. I can see the ideas running through her mind and bursting in her heart. One item, riding her bike to school. Today we crossed that off her list and I watched her pedal, faster and faster. Then she'd slow and wait for us, smiling and containing her excitement.
I know this excitement because it brews in me too. Because somewhere deep in my heart the discovered dream dances.
She is on her journey to greatness. To things left to be discovered and learned.
All kids are...on their journey, and how blessed we are to shepherd and raise them along the way.
High emotion and high challenge.
And yet when we all trickle back to the nest for the day's end, for weekends, for time together, my heart takes flight. Maybe it's because we're home or because there's less distraction.
Not sure, but I know I love it.
Apple Cinnamon Pancakes
-grade up 1 apple, 2 teaspoons of cinnamon, 1 teaspoon of nutmeg, and 1 tablespoon of brown sugar
-add it to your favorite pancake recipe
-sprinkle with butter and sugar
The other night we sat outside and played. The type of play where you don't want it to end but it's inevitable someone will go down in flames, throw a fit and what was once a happy charismatic evening of frolicking will end in a drenched bathroom from an overflowing tub and 2 parents doing their best to keep their cool.
I like those nights too.
Tomorrow holds a blank canvas. A new day, new mercies, new promises.
Tonight my house is sleeping and I sit thinking about tomorrow, remembering the summer days now out of view. A happy rambling rant of sweet memories and moments tucked away but a small flicker remains for the delight in the summers to come.
Happy week to all!