On Friday, we got our first official notice from the boys' school about next year. I opened it, glanced through it, and quickly put it aside. I am not ready for school notices already. Then this weekend, I saw the first advertisement for a back to school sale. I imagine if I actually looked, I would find the aisles in the store dedicated to school complete with signs happily declaring it the "Most Wonderful Time of the Year."
In this area, we have only been out of school for 18 days. Some schools perhaps a week longer. Still, no one goes back until the end of August.
Why is it almost unthinkable to sit back and enjoy the moment? Why must we rush to the next milestone on the calendar? What is the hurry?
Sigh.
18 days into summer and I have read (gasp!) two books already--definitely not as many as I'd like but a luxury nonetheless. It's glorious I have to admit.
The boys have declared their boredom and then moved off to find something else to do.
We've started working on the backyard. We have cleared an area for a large inflatable pool. We've started working on a garden box for planting some veggies.
I don't want to rush onto the next big date.
I don't want to think about the end of summer.
I want to relax and every moment of the time we've been given.
In fact, I'm planning on doing just that!
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