The summer it seems, is drawing to a close.
As a child I loved summer, but really, what child doesn't? Endless days spent swimming at the pool, and always a couple weeks down the shore. Hours spent roaming in the park, riding our bikes until dark and of course lots of trips for ice cream.
This summer has been for me, a reminder of my childhood. Two summer ago I was on maternity leave, but really pregnant with triplets and unable to leave the house most days due to the heat. Last summer was nice, but the girls were too little to really 'get' anything like the beach or the pool, and honestly all of last year is a blur of little sleep and lots and lots of grief.
The girls and I have totally enjoyed this summer. The beach and the pool and the park (and the park, and the park..... lots of time spent at the park). Sprinklers were run through, ice cream was eaten, waves were ridden, pools were jumped in, knees were scraped, swings were swung and slides were slid.
And my babies turned into toddlers. That last little bit of baby that clung to them even at the beach in June is gone. They are spunky, silly, spirited little girls. And I love it and hate it all at the same time. I love when Katie tells me "Come on!!!" in the same voice I use. And when Charlotte climbs to the top of the monkey bars so quickly it inspires admiration from the 10 year old boys standing nearby. But I miss my babies already.
They slipped away in the blink of an eye.
The summers are just flying by. I can't wait for next year. But I hope it doesn't come too fast.