I’m feeling like there’s that nuisance of a lump in the back of my throat right now. The one that’s going to hang out until you really release it with a good, deep cry. Summer’s unofficially over, and it was a great one. We capped it with a sunrise at the beach where we stayed put for almost 12 hours yesterday. The kids’ pink cheeks and bloodshot eyes, the sand that gathered around the outside of the tub after baths, the towels that are still hanging on our fence all hint at a day well spent even if it left us exhausted and grumpy the next day.
Parker starts kindergarten this week. How I’m in this place with that little one, I’ll never know. How grateful I am for the days I’ve spent with him within arm’s reach, nearly all of them since we first met. It feels like this is the end of a precious time. The most precious time. Kindergarten feels big. Like the beginning of the rest of his life in which he grows up and away and it’s natural and it’s good, but it hurts too. Oh to keep them little forever.
Thinking of all of you, going through transitions of your own this week. Let us meet again on the other side, in our new normals. We can do this.