I thought I’d do weekly posts of keeping up with the habit. Then I thought maybe for a while they should be daily posts — and only those. only photos with very few words. I could handle that, I think. Summer is moving quickly, as it always does — and we’re very very busy enjoying the beach most days. Very little time to blog about life when life mostly consists of packing lunches for the beach, thinking of what to pack for the beach, thinking of doing laundry for the beach and then coming home and unpacking from the beach while utterly exhausted. a perfect summer really.
we had to run from the beach because a storm rolled in quickly. we came home and had popcorn and watched the storm, as I remember doing as a child.
sometimes it hits me that my children will grow up to feel about this town what I felt about mine growing up. and then I wonder if I’ll ever feel that again.
how can breakfast be like this and bedtime be such a struggle?
I sometimes worry about the age difference between the first two and this new babe. But then I see her in action and realize she’ll be good in her role as helper.
even neglected-because-of-the-heat gardens can produce amazingly delicious vegetables. thankful.
she left her book on my pillow. she said it’s for my bedtime story because they had a baby just like we’re having. she wasn’t supposed to be out of bed, but how could I argue?
visited with 14 family members on a random Sunday. beautiful large family, small town living. creating memories with my children, over an hour away.