A little bit of sadness always envelops me the middle of August. Summer is my favorite season for obvious reasons. There’s so much to do and the warmth and sunshine just make me feel happy. Even a nice rain or thunderstorm in the summer doesn’t seem so bad.
My nemesis is winter. I hate the cold. I hate the snow. I live in a state where you just never know. For six months, you have the possibility of wintry crap and I hate it. I think I could learn to not mind the winter months if it promised to stay in it’s designated months but it refuses to play by those rules. Every year, it likes to crash the fall party and then it lingers into spring like a hungover, stranger sleeping on your couch New Year’s Day.
I’m excited for our family trip to Ludington to come on Saturday but I’m also a little sad. It will be an awesome time and a great vacation. But I also know that it means the end of my glorious summer. Emma starts school September 2 and Gerrit will start preschool on the 8th. The weather will cool and soon the sky will be puking snow at me. ~sigh~
Until then, I’ll be living up the end of my summer days. Hopefully, you are too 😀