I think it’s over.
I am bummed.
But I try to keep my chin up, spin the positive and move forward. Move on. Change is inevitable. And constant. The ebb and flow of a life lived. And despite the finality some change brings, life will certainly move on. And I’ll be there with it.
I had to turn on the furnace. In freaking September!!
Summer has officially ended! And despite the constant blur that is my memory of this summer, I shall truly miss it. It’s never long enough, but then again, is anything that we sincerely enjoy?
The falling leaves are now acting in concert with the dips in temperatures and our thoughts have shifted from pools and sun screen to goblins and elves. Anticipation of the seasons ahead leave little time to mourn seasons past.
I suppose that’s for the best.
Yesterday, on the ride home from school, the kids began eagerly discussing possibilities for wintertime activities. Zane has already begun flag football. Zoë wants to take soccer. Zia is on the fence, torn between dance or karate.
“I like to dance, but I really want to learn to kick.”
Zella was a bit more decisive. “Ooh, yeah. I want to take karate, too. So I can punch Zander in the face!”
It’s going to be a long winter.