Summer and I have always have a love hate relationship. Living in Texas lends the majority of the "hate" to that combination. Summer brings no school, pools, my birthday, sleepin in, and most importantly, the allowance to stay out later (whether it be from a lengthened visit from the sun, or my mom extending my curfew ;])
But the last three summers the Lord has been workin over time to show me the Love.
Two summers ago He took Eamon and I to Thailand on our first out-of-the-country-don't-cry-mom-I-promise-I-won't-die mission trip.
Last summer Eamon and I got married. We call that summer "The Summer of Love." We recently watched The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. I felt Eamon try not to look over at me as I tried not to look over at him. We both broke down and laughed at each other. The scene was Benjamin describing the beginning of his life with his wife. He says "We didn't have a stitch of furniture...We practically lived on that matress. Had picnics in the living room..." I could tell Eamon was thinking the same thing I was. Me coming in from the kitchen with our fancy bowls that we got as wedding presents full of some sort of pasta to sit on the floor in the living room to watch a movie... Janis Joplin, Jefferson Airplain, The Zombies, and The Beatles coming from our spare room... I loved that summer.
And then there was this summer. Full of stress, anticipation, change, and our first born! Eamon and I went through a lot this summer, and I am overwhelmingly pleased to say we made it out on the other side stronger.
But as I hear/read about my friends, sisters, and old classmates starting a new semester, I feel my heart become a little tinged with sadness. This is the first year in...sixteen years that I haven't stayed up all night filled with nerves about the first day of school. The first year I didn't go shopping for the most amazing school supplies. The first year that I didn't have a route planned out, on paper of how to get to all of my classes. Feels a little like something is missing, you know?
But there are a few new beginnings this year.
I have joined a Bible study with some, stand-up, humble gals, who have a thing or two to teach me. I have a baby-DUH. So there's all the new and exciting things about that. And, I've started my own business.
All this to say- I'm entering a new season with no expectations-not because I am that self disciplined, but because I have no idea what TO expect!
So, with the season changing, I'd like some feedback! What is your favorite memory from summer?
I will give you mine (aside from pushing out my baby in record time!)
It was in the blur of days that followed our wedding day. I'm not sure if Eamon even remembers this, but I will for the rest of my life. I woke up because I felt him starring at me. I asked him how long he had been awake. He told me he hadn't gone to sleep, that he'd been starring at me all night. It was straight out of a movie. I don't think I've blushed so much since then.
So come on then! Favorite summer memory?