It’s always a little sad saying goodbye to summer. Even though I love the fall most. Even though I crave the routine, the schedule. There is still a part of me that misses the spontaneity of summer. The lazy mornings. The open-ended days that all run into one another. The late nights.
This season we had some of our highest highs and our lowest lows. We ate our weight in strawberries. Stayed up way too late. Fell in love with backyard s’mores. And realized we love each other, a lot. Here’s hoping this next season is even better than the last.