Yesterday I was sitting in my friend’s backyard when her husband got home from work. I couldn’t believe it was so late. I apologized and started to gather my things and she said, “Don’t worry. It’s summer.”
A wave of relief washed over me, and not just because I felt bad for staying over so late. There are a lot of things I had hoped to do this summer and it already feels like it’s over. Although there are still a few weeks until Labor Day, we are in our last days of summer vacation. Starting next Tuesday, it’s back to packing lunches, leaving the house early, and homework.
I have a pile of projects on my sewing table that haven’t been touched since June. I have ideas scribbled in my journal that haven’t made it past the page. I’m definitely excited to get part of my day back to work on these things, but can’t help but wonder where the past ten weeks have gone.
Yesterday afternoon, I decided not to worry about it, though. It is summer after all. And we’ve enjoyed every bit of it.