Summer Lovin’

I think I’ve forgotten how to use WordPress.

How’s that for a fine how do you do? I’m afraid you’ll have to forgive my awkwardness this morning. It’s been almost three months since I’ve last blogged, and I’m greeting this newly strange experience with (dare I say it?): trepidation. Fear and trembling. I don’t know how to do this anymore.

As I write this, my two older sons are still tucked tight in their beds, sleeping the sleep of summer-exhausted little boys. They’re bleary-eyed these days, nut-brown and sun-blushed from long hours at parks and pools, and the many afternoons we spent chasing each other across the backyard and beyond. It’s been a summer full of catching fireflies and playing kick-the-can with the neighborhood kids, almost nightly street hockey tournaments in our driveway, and lots and lots of Mr. Freeze Pops. We’ve gone on two vacations (one week-long stay at a cabin in Minnesota where my eldest attempted to ski with a determination that still makes me choke up), and two weeks in British Columbia where we soaked up time with the Baart side of our family and came home longing for more. It has been a glorious, magical, sun-wonderful summer, and even when it was 100 degrees with a heat index of 115, I tried to count my many blessings and found I wasn’t quick enough to name them as they flickered by.

Life is beautiful.

And summer is a gift.

Thank you for allowing me to take a hiatus from my online world so I could embrace that gift with arms wide open. As the long, warm weeks wind down and the Baart family loads new backpacks with boxes of sharp crayons and paint shirts that will hang to my boys’ knees, I think I’m ready for a rolling start. It’s cool this morning, and the breeze through my open windows is fresh and just a little sharp. Do I smell autumn in the air? It’s okay if I do. Because after the extravagance of summer, fall is a blessing all its own.

Much, much more coming soon. In the meantime, I’d love it if you’d take just a moment to say hello. I’ve missed our conversations and hearing (even just a little) about your own stories. I’m looking forward to discovering where the coming months will take us.

Hugs,

Nicole

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