This was supposed to be the summer of adventure.
I pulled Sunny from school this summer so that we (Saint, Sunny, & I) could spend our time driving around the great state of New Jersey taking a million photographs and capturing our adventures. We were supposed to eat tons of yummy food, discover fields of daisies, and brag to Matt about the day(s) we had. We were supposed to throw caution (and naps) to the wind and whatever happened, I was going to remember this summer as the summer I braved the world armed with just a camera and two little kids. I had a big plan. It wasn’t a great plan mind you, but it was my plan. Sunny and I sat with our Summer In New Jersey magazine and pointed to all the fun we were going to have. You see where I’m going with this, right?
This summer has been the summer of adventure- though not the kind that I planned. There was a loss, a crossing over, a passing on. There have been some gains in our losses. I’ve been amazed at the maturity of my children. I have been so proud at the way they have handled the traveling ( so much traveling) an the adjustments ( so many adjustments) and the constant change of scenery (so much change). I’m proud that they’re mine- and prouder still that they’re family takes such pleasure in their presence. I might be the one who has them day in and day out- but so many others pour love into them from a distance. We’re really blessed.
I’m working on finding the beauty within everything, or anything. That’s not easy, but it is worth it. So here’s to the other kind of adventure. The kind you weren’t expecting. The kind that creeps up on you and takes you by surprise. The kind that forces you to stretch and grow and test your boundaries.
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