This summer has felt so long and full. It started out a bit weird, but these past few weeks in particular have been quite lovely. Very busy, very hot. I've felt my breath catch again and again at how quickly my two little guys have sprouted upwards, so much like the summer weeds in our garden. Suddenly they just seem to be all long limbs and bleached hair and sun-kissed skin. They're growing up in other ways too. Learning to walk and use utensils to spoon food into his mouth. Learning to sit in her bedroom during rest time and read books aloud. It's an exciting time.
But I have to admit that part of me is quietly longing for Autumn. The calmer days, the easy rhythm, the cooler nights. I am trying to embrace the crap out of these long, busy, scorching days. We go on adventures, we cool off in pools and the sea. We drag every single household item (feels like) around with us in my dusty little wagon, and churn through load after load of washing. This is a life I dreamed of, not much more than a year ago, and I'm very conscious of that. But hmmmmm... I can feel myself yearning for that winding down season.
We have a few more summer adventures in store, and then we will begin to make our Autumnal plans (which for me will include a trip down to Christchurch for the Blogger Conference - woop!). Yuuuuuuuuuss.