Dearest summer, you’ve just ended and already I can’t help but be nostalgic for all that you were. Under bright sunny skies, I connected with my favorite humans and frolicked in fields and swam in fresh lakes and visited places that had been on my bucket list for ages.
Dear summer, thank you for being a season in which I was able to see small shifts and growth in my sweet littles, while also being a season in which I returned to also find that greater shifts had occurred in the lives of the people I adore most. Thank you for being a season in which I practiced being mindful; where (be it short-lived) I was able to be physically present alongside family and friends in their own life season.
Dearest summer, you may be just as long as all of the other seasons, but do you ever feel like the shortest of them all. How quickly you came and went. You may have felt short, but perhaps that is because you were also so full. Full of beautiful chaos and opportunities to say yes to last minute invitations and too many pictures and trying new things.
Dearest summer, thank you for being a season in which I will remember most fondly. Thank you for being a respite before another transition took hold. Thank you for sunshine and swimming pools and skies full of puffy white clouds and people that remind me just how blessed a gal can be to experience this life with.