What a long, strange trip it’s been. And by that I mean this summer. The summer of 2013 has been a game changer. A life lesson learner in terms of everything from work to life to love. And I can’t help but feeling like it’s Milly’s last summer as my sweet baby girl. In a week, kiddo will start Kindergarten, catapulting her into the big girl zone. I guess it’s the summer we both grew up a little more than we intended to. And we made the most of it: with long, beautiful weekends at the beach, watching the day transform into evening. Hiding under towels when the storm clouds unexpectedly rolled in. And tossing them aside when they retreated just as quickly to the re-emerging sun. Dance parties in the living room. Anthems blaring in the car as we sang along a little too loud, a little too off key. Too much chlorine in our eyes. And the taste of frozen sorbet temporarily staving off the humidity nipping at the afternoon air.
Fall is just around the corner. And with it a new start. But for now, I’m going to hang on to what’s left of my summer. The one that brought with it so much I never anticipated, but learned to take in stride.
Photographed by David Marc Harris.