Letting go of summer.
-As we start to dress a little warmer with fall here, my heart drops just a beat or two as I think of how I am going to miss those rosy cheeks. Those sweet white bottoms in contrast to tanned little legs. So much changes in a years time with kids in the home. Next summer will be quite different than the one we've just finished. And maybe that's why I am reluctant to let go of each tender stage of their childhood. But I am still also aware of the sweet quiet moments waiting for us as winter closes in.