Almost

Summer, I’ll ‘fess up.  Last year, I wasn’t thinking much about you.  I was thinking about this new-old house and all the unpacking that had to be done (and, er, may still have to be done, in the instance of the large box of shoes that remains untouched but which I insist I need.  I will have a need for those 15+ pairs of heel sandals, wedges, and bridesmaid pumps again.  Soon.)   I was thinking about the baby that was on his way in a few short weeks and how I was going to survive all the trips up and down those new stairs with a giant belly and then, eventually, two little ones.  I was wondering if I’d make it to the hospital on time (close one, but we did).  I was wondering how I could possibly love the second baby as much as the first, and overwhelmed when I realized that all that love was just right there!

So, Summer, I took you for granted, okay?  I assumed you would come along without much delay, and as far as I can remember from that crazy blur of a time, you did.  But now, you are so close and yet you keep dashing away when I get a glimpse of you!  Don’t you see us here?  We have all our toys ready and a cozy space in the backyard.  Come on over, play, and – please? – stay awhile.

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