The girls went back to school today. Summer has ended.
I know time flies. I know summers always go the fastest. And I know that for whatever reason, almost everyone I've talked to about it says their summer this year seemed to go faster than any other.
Maybe we say that every year.
Statistically, it makes sense. The two months of summer make up an increasingly SMALLER percentage of our lives with each passing year.
In any case, here it is ~ the end of summer.
But it's also the beginning of a new school year, the return of a predictable routine, and walks first thing in the morning, and having the house to myself all day.
I'm trying hard today to see today as a beginning rather than an end.
So far, I've had very limited success.