Sundays

It’s Sunday.  I can’t decide if I like Sundays or not.   I love a good Sunday afternoon nap and an evening walk to the park.  Sundays can feel decadent and lazy.  They are also a time to reflect upon the week that has passed and the week yet to come.  

Today is the Sunday beginning the last week of the summer.  There is some pretty heavy stuff zinging around inside my head.  It is likely my last summer as a stay-at-home-mom.  It is the last summer before my youngest, my Jack, my last baby, begins kindergarten.  It is the last summer before my oldest begins her last year at the best school ever.  It is my last summer in my 30s.  

However, it was my first summer in my own home.  It was my first as a single parent and I’m kicking ass so far.  It was my first at the beginning of a new life, a new world.  It was my first summer to live more in the moment, to stop worrying about so much of the other bullshit and focus on the moment with my kiddos.  

We had some good fun.  We had quiet mornings in the hammock.  We had swimming playdates and family movie nights.  We hiked.  We walked.  We biked.  We had lunch in the park.  We did not use the oven all summer.  We lived. We laughed. And we loved.  Ok, I like this Sunday.  And our summer rocked.