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Summer Breeze of the summer that breezed by . . .

I live about 1/2 mile from one of the most beautiful lakes in the world and the beaches are spectacular. Guess what? I didn't make it there one time this summer!!!! While this fair-skinned mostly Irish colleen doesn't necessarily bronze, I love to sit on the beach and listen to the waves (reapply sunscreen), read a book (reapply sunscreen),go for a swim and, you guessed it, reapply sunscreen. 


I spent a lot of time in the kitchen and car. The kitchen because all three of the not-so-little Piggins had one or more jobs that required them to work different hours. Michael might come home from one shift at 9 and be ready for lunch. Matthew might have a shift that starts at noon and he would require food at 11. And Delaney often had to pack something because she was working two jobs. They would all arrive home at different times at night and need sustenance. While I didn't always cook for them, I found that I would need to assist.


I was in the car shuttling Delaney from driver's ed, work, rehearsal and social events. And, of course, going to the grocery store to refill the pantry and freezer. 


Now, Michael is already back at school and I feel the void he left behind. Matthew's football team already played one game (and won 55-16) and Delaney has been in two golf tourneys for her high school team. While summer doesn't officially end until after Labor Day, for me it seems to have already breezed by. 


Bittersweet this passage of time - so, I'll not complain because at least I had all three here for a few meals and time with each. But the beach pails, boogie boards, noodles and other toys never made it out of the garage. 

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  1. BBHAugust 30, 2011 at 10:25 AM

    Ahhh, cherish those moments when “...I had all three here”. Those will get to be fewer and fewer...as time flies faster and faster...

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