Summer Diaries: Part II

It’s September.  And I have a lot of feelings, mixed between longing for a fresh start to the school year and the need for routine contrasted with my summer loving heart.  I wish it could be summer forever.  But, as the seasons go, all good things must end, and in fact, we may have had a little too much as evidenced by the late bedtimes and sleeping in, as well as the climbing numbers on the scale.  Too much of a good thing is still too much.  And while I never think I could have too much summer, at some point in August, it all starts to head south.  Laziness becomes the norm around the house, people get bored, and people start throwing things and slapping one another (and by “people” I’m not talking about Dave or myself).  And even the best things about summer, like ice cream, salt water, late beach days, and swimming, can’t compare to my favorite thing about summer: spending time with people I love.  I get uninterrupted time with my kids, I see my nephew and niece almost every weekend, we meet up with friends, and we spend hours and hours with my parents and grandparents.  That’s always the part about summer, and the hardest to let go.

As the days of August quickly dwindled and the days grew shorter and nights became cooler, here is how we rounded out our summer:

We played the claw. And actually won.

We swam in the bay.

We weathered some storms.

We hung out by the fishing boats with some friends.

We went to the beach.

There was wrestling.

We rode the new “Lighthouse Launcher” at Fantasy Island.

Then we got a little motion sick. And rested wherever we darn well pleased.

There was wrestling.

We celebrated little darlin’s “Three-iesta”

We braved a few injuries (not pictured, my ruptured eardrum from a freak run in with a wave).

We stayed in pajamas until noon some days.

We had (very noisy) family dinners and the boys heard legendary jokes from their Pops.

And finally, there was wrestling.

Peace out, summer 2019! Thanks for the memories.