I have a confession to make. Never in my 32 years on earth have I wanted summer to last longer. I’m not a summer person. I like cold weather, layers and staying out of the heat, so by July 1, I’m always ready for summer to end and fall to begin. But this summer…this summer has been the best summer.
We haven’t gone on vacation, we haven’t done anything elaborate…it’s been the best summer because I know that come September 1, my baby girl won’t be home in my house any more during the day, she’ll be at school. And that makes me want summer to last forever.
I know she’s going to love it. I know it’s going to be a fun and exciting new chapter for our family. I know. But I’m still sad. I love having her home. I love hearing her play in her room, I love seeing her cuddled up during her rest time, I love baking and cooking with her during the afternoon, I love talking to her in the car as we run errands, I love how sweet and innocent and precious she is…and I’m going to miss having all of that around during the day.
So needless to say, I am really, really, really going to soak up this last month. This last month that we’re not a slave to a school calendar, this last month when she can sleep late, this last month of spending all day, every day with my sweet girl, this last month with her in my house during the week.