So long sweet

summer.

{One august morning, far too early.}

Right now I'm listening to.....nothing. Crickets. The hum of the drier. It's quiet and everyone is sleeping but me.

I grocery shopped alone tonight and I kept finding older little boys with their moms. Pushing carts. Hopping around. Being boys. I keep wondering lately what my boys will be like when they are older, and when I think about it, I smile. But it's mixed.  

Tonight on our evening walk I told Jared I had been thinking about the autumn we'll be sending Morgan off to school. Oh my goodness, the tears, they come. Three years down the road and I don't think I can handle it. I think I know a little more about why my mom schooled us home style. It sounds more and more appealing to me the closer I get. Dear autumn 2014: don't you ever come and steal away my baby. I'm certain life will never be the same.


Tomorrow we'll say hello to September and goodbye to the shortest summer I won't remember much about. I welcomed it with opens arms and a growing belly, and I'm bidding farewell with a heart more wide. Tomorrow seems like a new phase. A more expected phase; one that's even and familiar. I can't wait for it to begin. I'm grateful to say that the 'new mother haze' seems to be lifting its heavy self from me, and we seem to be settling in. I'm learning that life with two is crazy, but manageable, and sometimes even a little perfect. My heart's thankful! Thankful for making it through the first little bit and coming out alive. (If you've ever had your own babies to love, you know.) I'm thankful for summer's growth and for the next season that will harvest it. I'm thankful for my green, growing life, my growing soul, and for three boys to love now, instead of just two. My heart is full. 


Goodnight, my darlings. Tomorrow's mulled cider and color-me-orange. Let it roll.


Xo.