So much waiting.
So much stuff to wade through before the actual day.
So much planning and headache all so we can enjoy the one perfect summer.
But it never really delivers like we think it might. Sure, we might have an amazing wedding day but somebody in the family is grumpy they got seated in the back rather than front where they thought they should have. One bridesmaid doesn’t have the right bra, the flower-girl stepped in mud and the cake is late; very late. And the same is true with summer: all that climbing, climbing, climbing through April and May to find a June that is too cold in the morning, too hot in the afternoon and too much freedom so the off-of-school sisters can’t stop fighting the first day they are out of their classroom confines.
We’ve officially completed two (and a half) weeks of summer and it’s not all that it’s cracked up to be. At least on the surface.
I’m tired, we’re busy, the kids’ favorite pastime is not swimming but arguing and the house is a crazy mess because we’ve all been taking naps in the afternoons.
But if I take a minute and honestly count my gratitudes for today, I see trampoline afternoons and hours on the shady grass at the park.
Nothing will ever be exactly the same fantasy that we create in our dreaming spring-fevered brains, but it might be close if we pay attention.
What are your “dreams” for this season?
Has your life turned out like you thought it might?