The Summer of 6,7,8 (and now 9 month old Georgia Grace of course) ❤️ It moved at lightning speed, with a few of those completely languid June days and stormy pajamas-all-day-days sprinkled in. There were endless episodes of playtime, argue over the tv time, siblings being besties, siblings being worsties, applesauce packs being tossed across the room for sustenance, roadtrip days, supposedly bored at home days, and all of things that come along with this many littles!
Lillie Mae went to her first 3 night camp at Strong River which was absolute heaven, while Stella went to Kings Camp in my beloved Mer Rouge, Louisiana. It’s tucked way back in the cedar swamps down a looooooong backroad and it’s pure unadulterated magic, where everything feels simple again. She loved it!
We spent time in Natchez and slept and sweltered under the Mississippi heat, visited 3 dog shelters there which the children LOVED, we had baby church naps with a burp cloth for cover (pic 7 is my fave), did cheer and softball camp, spent time in Fairhope where the girls re-organized ALL the stuffed animals at Fantasy Island, and everyone grew a crazy amount in height. We learned a few classic 90’s country songs for the first time-“Chattahoochee” and “Where the Green Grass Grows” have been blasting out of the speakers on repeat, with them quickly memorizing every word. The car clean out was never-ending. Sand and French fries and mini markers in every crevice, ahhh…life at its fullest. Somehow Stella June morphed into a tween, at 8 years old, proof in last pic! Why do they grow so fast? Who does it change so fast? Why must we endure the ever changing tides of time, so quickly? Why can’t each season linger for just a little bit longer, in the books they want to read-in life-in motherhood. Time spent with family and our little cousins was the most important, the days with our older loved ones being the most sacred. Our summer was spent out of hospitals or treatment centers or funeral homes. It was spent with healthy children who are beginning to soar, how lucky. These are the golden days. The crazy days. The never get them back days. The exhausting days. The ones we will pine for, soon enough 💫