Technically, summer isn’t over until the middle of September — but for me, summer ends when I go back to work at the end of August. Today. Yes, I know it’s [finally] ninety degrees outside (what is up with the mild weather this year?), but in my mind, the season of summer days is over when I’m back in the classroom. When September rolls around next week, I’ll be putting up my fall decor. I know some of you are secretly planning to do this too. Don’t lie!
But, oh! What a summer it was!
My goal was to live, live, live! And I did!
Just a few photos and words:
I turned twenty-seven, hiked up a mountain for the first time, visited both the Rocky Mountains and drove through the Appalachian foothills, tried disc golf, spent a weekend in an RV, spent many afternoons by the pool, ate lunch along the shore of the Gulf of Mexico, visited two new [to me] states, had my first job as the classroom teacher, spent time with farm animals, bought a pair of big-girl cowboy[girl?] boots, slept in a tent for the first time, kayaked across a lake, saw Jay Leno perform live, got baptized, picked up dozens more geocaches, prayed more, looked at stars, had many quiet and beautiful mornings, started dreadlocks, visited friends I haven’t seen in years, met new friends in person and online, deepened some friendships, quietly let go of other ones, explored my immediate community, met more of my husband’s extended family, started taking afternoon naps, read a huge pile of books, line danced until 2am, cuddled every day with my cats, loved my husband more, spent time with family, hooped my heart out, drank everything in mason jars, and counted my blessings. So many blessings.
This summer was everything I wanted it to be and more:
remarkably ordinary, simply beautiful, and incredibly full.