Last summer, we were away six weekends in a row. This past spring, I decided that I would not repeat that again this year.
So far I have failed.
I feel like summer should be lazy, relaxing, reflective.
But there’s just so much going on. So much lazing, relaxing, and reflection to cram into a few short months. Family to visit. Friends to love. People close to us celebrating major life events. I wouldn’t miss celebrating and spending time with them for the world.
So, until the day when all the people I love all live in the same place I do, summer will probably be like this.
I think I’m okay with it.
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