Silence has fallen over my home. My highly cranky youngest has just fallen back to sleep. The house permeates of bacon after this morning's hurried breakfast (remembers that there are leftovers on kitchen table & pauses writing to grab a piece). The sound of my morning coffee steadily percolates from the other room. It's Tuesday, which is trash day, which explains the sounds of heavy machinery running from several blocks away. This may all sound ho-hum to you the reader but I assure you something's quite different here. Alas, Summer has left the building! I repeat, Summer has left the building folks! Oh sure it's still 125 degrees outside with the humidity factor the closest it can possibly be to raining without actually raining, but say goodbye to what was, as the new school year just got under way a little over an hour ago.After several weeks of carefully re-adjusting bed time schedules, & shopping for new school clothes & other necessary supplies that drain your bank account, the moment has finally arrived.
Such a bitter sweet feeling this is. On one hand I'm grateful for growth & progress. On the other hand everything within me wishes I could somehow postpone the inevitable. It would appear the only worthy option I have is to embrace the moment hook line & sinker.
"Grab the reigns, take the wheel. Lose what's not & keep what's real. It's not too late, It's not too late. Just close your eyes... & feel." -Danny Orton/Blair Daly
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