I hesitated to use that title, as it's the title of the saddest song I've ever heard from one of my favorite musicals, BABY. But today is a little bittersweet, so I'm going with it. Pardon my dramatics.
This summer has been nothing short of perfect. When I look back on these past few months, I imagine this summer will always stand out as one of my favorites. For the first time in years, neither Marcus nor I worked full-time. (YAY, University job that allows us 3 months off. BOO, that means we have to work extra-hard next year to be sure Marcus gets enough work credits to get tenure.) I used to think the perfect summer would be spent sleeping late each day, doing whatever I wanted, staying up late with friends and travelling. Needless to say, a little 19 month old fireball is all you need to throw that little fantasy offline!
We have not slept-in one single morning this summer. Instead, we've gotten up with Dean (and often with or before the sun), gone downstairs and made breakfast. We discovered a new recipe for French Toast and gave our coffee pot quite the workout. Dean discovered that he likes sausage and bacon.
Our days have been anything but routine. Sometimes we go to the library, sometimes the park, most days our back deck to play in the water, and sometimes on grand adventures to exotic places like the Bass Pro Shop.
We've done our fair share of travelling: Oxford, Mississippi; Montgomery, Alabama; Sunset Beach, North Carolina; Myrtle Beach, South Carolina; Washington DC. Dean experienced the beach and the ocean for the very first time. We visited our families, and these were good, long trips to visit our families, not the quick in-and-out weekends we've gotten used to having with them. Dean caught his very first (and second through fifth) fish. We got to see friends from several different phases of our lives and Marcus and I even had a couple of date nights.
On the home front, we've battled eczema with a vengeance. And it shows no signs of stopping. Seriously, you should see my baby's shins. If anyone has a miracle cure, I'm all-ears because we have tried EVERYTHING. We rejoiced last week when our dishwasher, which has been out of service for three months, miraculously started working again after a power outage. (Note to self: If dishwasher breaks, flip the breaker!) We have eaten and cooked and snacked like champs. I have Shredded. We had our first visit from friends with a kid, which was an absolute blast!
I write all this to say that we've had a lot of quality time together this summer. It's been all about what we WANTED to do, not what we HAD to do. We've played with Dean and laughed together and watched movies and read books. It means so much to have had the luxury of time, because here in the "real world," we are rarely granted that luxury.
Tomorrow marks the end of our summer. Dean heads to Mother's Day Out in the morning (Jen breathes into paper sack)and I go into the office for the first time since May to get crackin' on my syllabus and lecture-writing. Marcus says he refuses to work this week, since we don't go back to school until the 31st, and that while I'm at work, he'll be fishing. Ok, then. Perhaps once my paperwork is well underway, I'll take a moment while Dean's at school to actually do a scrapbook. If anything is scrapbook-worthy, it's this summer.
Edited to add: Dean had a great first day! He walked right in, went up to another kid nand took his pacifier. :) I bent down to try and say goodbye to him, but he was far to busy playing with a toy phone. He made a craft project with rubber stamps and ate almost all of his lunch. An excellent first day!