summer, oh how I love thee…

There are so many things I love about the summer. And on this Sunday afternoon, it feels very much like late Fall.  As summer rolls away and Fall is saying hello, I am a bit sad to see summer come to a close.  Not because I don’t like fall, I LOVE fall!  And this summer has been so hot that I am glad it is finally passed.  I suppose that a new season is just a very real reminder to me how much our kids have grown and continue to grow.

I think that what I will miss most of the summer is the smell of summer and the outside on my kids.  Evenings outside running around in the yard with my family.  Lunch picnics with the kids in the grass… bare toes…dirty toes…side walk chalk, lightening bus, that beautiful evening summer sun….I love it all!

I have a gazillion pictures on my computer from this summer.  So I will share a bit of them with you.  I suppose it is like my “ode to summer”.  You probably want to gag yourself I am so gushy.  Sentimental much Lillian?  Yes, indeed I am!

I rarely, or really NEVER, have pictures of myself.  One evening we were outside and Ryan took some of me.  I just looked up and he was sneaking pictures of me.  It was the end of another day and my makeup is smudged and worn off, my hair is doing something crazy…but I love them for this one reason.  That they simply recorded a moment this summer where I was thinking to myself, “I love my family.  I am so thankful for my family.  I love my husband..”.  My arm is in focus in this one.  You can see the red spot where I had been scratching a bug bite. A very summer summer reminder to me…

So of course this picture is out of focus, but I love them because I have a genuine smile that is not posed or self-conscious.  But as Ryan was snapping, I was thinking to myself, “I love this man!”.

Good bye summer…till next year!

Kalista

Love these! they’re so fun :)

Mary

Nice! Love your unique points of view.

Brenda

I LOVE the aquarium picture. That is so cool!

Oh my! I love love love the hopscotch picture!

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