
Saying goodbye to summer this year feels like saying goodbye to a friend who lives far away. I know I'll see my far away friend again, but she won’t be the same. I won't be the same. Life will have shifted a bit (or maybe a lot) when summer returns. It will be good, but it will definitely be different.
What a sweet privilege it is to see my kids grow and mature. Like the butterflies that flit about this time of year, my daughter is coming into her own and my son will follow all too soon. It is an achingly beautiful sight…
I can only imagine the sweet tugging at your heart. Summers past will always live there, & in her heart too. You've given her wings... no greater gift, is there? She'll fly back to you. And so will he.
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