SIGH. what. a. month.
What a summer.
I was here and there and everywhere and and reading my books in between.
There’s this thing about summer that makes me so at peace. I’m not sure if it’s the long days, or the heat of the sunshine, but something about it gives me this carefree feeling that I just can’t quit. And who would want to, honestly? Not me. Not ever.
I think the winning fact about the goodness of summer is that every day is a weekend day from mid June to the end of August. Two and a half months of weekend is everything to write home about.
I have enjoyed this summer, and especially this last month more than words can say. We ate lobsters tonight, the very last of the season for us, and while he was eating, Zan just closed his eyes and said aloud, “remember this. remember this.”
In the breeze of the fall, and the cold of the winter, and even into the beauty of spring, I will remember this. I will remember this summer for always.
Because how could I forget it?
