Sigh. Summer is over. I am sad to see it go.
Relaxed bedtimes, summer camp, the freedom of walking out of your house without 1,000 layers of clothes that make it too difficult to buckle seatbelts or fit behind the steering wheel.
The joy of knowing you'll be warmed by the sun, lick melting popsicles that make you sticky but it doesn't matter because you'll be swimming soon anyway.
School offers it's own excitement. My second grader is thrilled she gets her own locker! We've been instructed in the finer points of how to open said locker, and that there are two spaces. My 7th grader, well, the jury's still out. She's excited to see her friends again, is looking forward to the clubs she'll get involved in at school. She's also still getting to know her teachers though. There is a subtle anxiety about 7th grade but she has good friends that will see her through.
New books, new supplies: backpacks anyone?
It's still summer though! I refuse to let it go. There's still a little summer joy in the air. As much as I love summer I do love how the nights transition in to the cool nights of soon-to-be Fall. So, if we could have a new season: Sall OR Fummer, ya know, a combo of Fall and Summer, that might be kinda "cool". Because I do love Fall too. The cozy feeling of wrapping in a warm blanket with a good book, sipping a hot drink. It's what comes after Fall that I dread. And we will not speak it's name.
So to you all I say, welcome back to school, enjoy the last days of summer. We're here, we're hip, and we're "moving right along!"
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