I’m sitting here tonight writing a blog post after being silent for almost a month and I’m not sure how to start or what to say because I have the typical end of summer emotions going on that makes it nearly impossible for me to do just about anything (except type a long run-on sentence).
I’m still on a high from last weekend and time with friends on the lake. It was wonderful.
I still have a pit in my stomach about meeting their teachers today. About seeing “4th grade” next to Evie’s name and seeing Eli walk into his first grade classroom, the one he’ll be at all day. ALL DAY.
I still feel overwhelmed after uploading a bunch of photos from the past few months onto my computer, looking through them and tearing up and remembering what a lovely summer it’s been.
I’m feeling happy and anxious and proud and scared and grateful and tired….all at the same time. I guess this is what the end of summer does to me. As if I’m not emotional enough.
I’ll be back to regular blogging soon. I looked back on this space today and missed it. Because I’ve come to realize that it’s been like a family journal for me, and one that I want to keep up with.
For now I’ll just keep paddling on, trying to keep my emotions in check, as I soak up every last little bit of summer. 12 days before school starts. Not that I’m counting…