June is finally here. Even though the outside temperature is still a cool 60-something, the pace at our busy household has changed a bit. The youngest child has field trips almost daily, thanks to teachers who have already mentally checked out or who are working to accommodate kids who have already mentally checked out. Our third child's numerous after school activities including track, concert band, jazz band, and saxophone lessons, have also begun their summer hiatus. Our big girl has graduated from high school a week and a half ago and have join the ranks of teenagers trolling for summer jobs on the Internet all day long. And our second child--well he, er--has finally started making his mad dash towards the finish from behind.
The brighter days and longer days draws my heart outside. I want to run more, walk more, swim more, barbecue more, dance more, garden more. Yet, there never seems to be enough time. And there always seems to be work waiting to be done.
At my husband's college reunion last weekend, we were shocked that people did not look like their 20-year-old selves that were frozen in our minds. Yes, most people in their mid-40's do in fact look middle-aged. So whether we feel it or not, we probably look middle-aged to other people too. Time doesn't stand still, and it's passage is only noticed when had the occasion to look back.
It's summertime. It's time to live a little easier. Because time keeps marching forward, whether you enjoyed it or not. So it is more fun if you enjoyed it.
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