End of summer days

So mid August we prepared for a tropical storm.

We had fun in the preparation.  Banana bread was made,

shared dinner, hanging out in the

neighborhood, and some dear friends and Kimberly

came to stay the night.  So we didn't  see a storm, not even much rain.

But much needed time with friends!

Whenever a storm is coming, swapping "how prepared are you

stories" is very much a part of the process.

Exhibit A (above 2 water bottles) was what my husband

could find at the grocery store, prepared???

This might get us through an hour of the storm.

 The kiddos as I went to the grocery store the night before the big

storm was to come and there were no

bags of ice and water was pretty much cleared out

Even the library was closed!

We were so glad to have the excuse to share more time with

this sweet family.

It is a treat to share our table.

The next day, the kids were all about play dates.

Bobo had some friends over to play without moms, a first.

 

 

A fun idea borrowed from a friend....cotton balls are given out as "gotcha's".

mostly for kindness and helpfulness.  Then magically, the cotton balls

turn into money for treasured items.  So Bobo asked one day,

"Is this a cotton ball situation?" 

He sometimes sleeps like this. 

We made tons of granola!

Some goodness from the garden, pick and eat. Still wonderfully

wild to me.

"I get an hour to spend with you, and then I have to go back."

Says Bobo one afternoon when he is playing by

creating soap concoctions in the bathroom.  A favorite activity right now.

I love how play is work!

I love being inspired, intentional.

Lately, I have just found myself watching others be inspired,

interact, do life, go after things...

I have been a bit lost.  I think our move feels more real, like, I guess we are staying.

What is the shape of my life in this season?

Many times I just avoid thinking about the loss of our baby

because I can't resolve it.  Am I grieving well?

I have loose footing.  I am used to being more connected.  I realized

if I go too many days without a good talk, I feel a bit lost.

Friendships are so important.

We have moved again, starting over again.

I love the adventure that moving brings. 

 But I love being settled and dreaming because

we are settled.

Summer winds down.

Only because school is asking for a turn.

The heat shows no signs of stopping,

so we just have to trust fall is coming.