It seems like summer barely begins, and before we know it, it’s August, and we are ferociously trying to squeeze as much sun & fun into the remaining days of the season. Before we know it, it will be September, with Autumn just around the corner.
I love Autumn. It’s by far my favorite season, and delivers us right to my favorite time of year: the holidays. But there is something special about the sweet summer months. Something that, while I can’t call it my absolute favorite season, sets it apart from the rest, even aforementioned Autumn.
A carefree sense that, whether you are in school or out, you can enjoy, if only just on the weekends. Not to say that I am not a little bit jealous of Anthony’s brother and sister who are younger and still in the midst of enjoying full summers off… 😉
I have been super blessed this summer. Never in my life have I had the opportunity to “weekend” at the beach. Sure, growing up we had the house at the Cape, where we would spend an extended amount of time during a special chunk of summer. Florida trips to Disney other years. Pennsylvania once. The annual vacation. It was once a year, long-awaited, and much enjoyed when it finally arrived.
While I am head-over-heels in love with getting off of work, packing up the car & canine, and heading down the beach, this has also made me want to dive back into working when this fun-filled season comes to a somber close. It serves as a lovely motivation to work and save. Work and save. Work and save. So that my kids may have the same opportunity and summers that I have experienced this year. Summers that are so full of fun memories, that each summer feels like the longest, best summer of their lives.
Even if sometimes my Twitter feed doesn’t reflect that when I’m stuck at work on a sunny day. 😉