The mister always says I’m too sentimental on this here blog (and he has company). It may have something to do with the fact that most posts are written at 2:30am when the babies are sleeping like babies and I am sitting at the computer looking through photos whilst listening to calm music. Perhaps I should make an effort to blog before breakfast (ha!). Then again they say the best bloggers are true to themselves, right? So here goes…as each season draws to a close I begin to look forward to the next (apples and butternut squash! pine needles and ear flap hats!) But I also nod a reluctant nod to the passing one, and not because I will miss the season. It will, after all, come again in almost identical form next year. It is this season with the children at this age that I will miss.
Or at least I think I will.
In reality as each season unfolds I am too wrapped up in the goings and doings and the current wonder and beauty, to truly miss previous years. But for now I nod a nod to plastic-pail-tiny-toe summers. Oh they are glorious! And I hope to have many more to come…
And here is what our very tired Max looks like after a loooong day of summer fun: