It’s the first day of August. It’s my weekend off. It’s a rare summer Saturday that we are home with really no plans. It’s absolutely gorgeous out. I’m sitting here with my coffee and the windows open, listening to the birds and feeling the breeze and watching my girl giggle with a friend on the couch after a sleepover. I’m taking it all in because I know September is right around the corner now that August is here. I know many look forward to September, but I’d be perfectly fine with August taking her sweet sweet time.