I deeply miss summer, and their brother already misses his three entertainers.
I also have a confession... I didn't buy school pictures last year.
Sign them all up for therapy.
Guess what? I am FOR SURE not going to buy them this year.
The awkward poses, after recess messy hair, neon blue backgrounds have nothing on what she captured.
The reader, the future missionary, and the class clown. The red Vans. Another little one in her sister's hand me down uniforms. The school that we so deeply love, and are so thankful to be attending again.
I am not ready for homework, for emails, for early mornings, for laundry, for brushing SO MUCH hair, for packing lunches.
They are though. They miss their friends. They are excited to meet their teachers. They have a love and passion for learning.
I love their growing minds. I love their heart to learn about Jesus. I love that they He is woven throughout their days.
I wish it was still July. Since it isn't, I will do my best to entertain the wild little boy who is stressing out about how quiet the house is, and doing everything he can to make sure it doesn't stay that way.
We will get through the year. Somehow. Someway. And begin counting the days until summer rolls around again.