As you start this week, may you enjoy the slowing dawn of a simpler, unhurried summer. (Even if it’s not quite summer in your neck of the woods.)
Our summer season started rather unofficially this past weekend, and I’m already savoring a different rhythm to my liturgy—lingering mornings, unconventional sorts of work projects, a deceleration to my chores, later-in-the-evening dinnertimes. I love it.
And as my friend Myquillyn says, I only have so many summers with my children—with my nine-year-old, I’m already halfway through the years with her under my same roof. I don’t want to miss them.
My writing on this blog will slow down a bit over the next few months, in order to enjoy the Pacific Northwest summer glory, and to prepare for our upcoming Big Trip starting this fall.
You’ll soon see a few projects up my sleeve—a fun summer tool for your kids, and a special spot for sharing some of our new, upcoming travel stories. I can’t wait to pull back the curtains.
In the meantime, may you enjoy a slower week, friends. And may you walk around barefoot. I toast my jar of iced tea to you.