Rewind: goodbye to summer

It ran late, but fall has finally decided to join us in shivery air, blazing yellow and red leaves, and the looming promise of gravy. My perpetual goose bumps have reminded me of a small handful of summer memories I had been saving for a wrap-up post.

Well, guess what. Here it is. Because late is the new on time. And you can only judge me so much because Aden's jack-o-lantern is still sitting front and center on our porch, spotty black and shriveled up like an orange prune.

We remember this past summer as a good one, hot and dry and busy as ever. Full of activity and earth's lavish beauty and together time and bonding deeply. The boys are maturing and it's amazing and scary and frustrating and more fun than I ever realized to (at times) be their friend.

Three boys at home all summer together, you never know what will happen. Standing on chairs in sunglasses, singing and dancing. Breaking windows. Vacuuming under the couch. Waking up with your brother's stuff piled on top of you.

So yeah, Giga sent this to me while I was at work one day, and I gasped so loud that my coworkers came over to check on me. Needless to say, our swimming goals for the summer were blown away.

Many many holes of golf played. I drove the cart. Badly, apparently, since they fought over who would ride with Dad. It's not my fault my legs aren't long enough to push the pedal down to full speed.

Aden and Poppop, two peas in a pod. Somehow Aden has figured out that Poppop tends to say yes to things I'd say no to. Like perching at the top of the sad remains of our swing set. Oh boy, boys.

Guns blazing all around. My fellas.

Spent plenty of time at the gym with Dad, lifting weights with the players and acting out highlight reels.

Not only is Trey able to run the sound for an entire worship service now, he has also had practice at running the camera and the computer for services as well. I tell you what, this kiddo is good stuff.

And it turns out Aden is perfectly willing to practice his reading. But only if he's ten feet in the air. He's good stuff too. And lives to scare me. In case you hadn't figured that out already.

Low-key fun on some crunchy brown grass.

And beauty, everywhere. Thankful for summer blessings.