Not really, but I can see it.
Today Alex comes home after her month away, working at camp. Last night I heard myself saying “Alex and I are exactly the same in that way,” and I realized that was the first time those words have ever come out of my mouth (Kate, that’s another story….we are alike in most every way, except she’s more mature than I am).
Maybe it has to do with the fact that our triple digit days have been limited. Or that I haven’t been stressing over a big vacation (as one of the self-employed, vacations…which I love…come without vacation pay, or without anyone making money while you’re frolicking). But something is different this year, just a little slower and a little more relaxing.
One more month of long days and lazy evenings. Quiet mornings. Tomatoes (yes, I know it’s a running theme), peaches and sweet corn. Flip flops as work attire. Trips to The Lake. Tangerine popsicles and apricot crisps. And then we punctuate the month with a birthday, one that signals that perhaps it’s time for me to reconsider that maturity thing.