The locusts buzz constantly. The neighborhood air conditioners hum to the max. Grass is wilting. And let me tell you, it's a long road to October when the heat breaks.
But there's a part of me (the non-sweaty part) that still loves it. It reminds me of being young and free. It reminds me of the city pool and nights spent on my best friend's trampoline, watching the stars and talking about boys. It's been a long time since I had a carefree summer, but the memories are still there. And still sweet. I miss you Carrie and Jared.
But in the mean time our grass is really wilty.
A big thanks to my friends who have tried so hard to encourage me during these tough times. My talented blog-friend just around the corner, Jerusalem, left a couple of "motherhood" books on my front porch along with a very sweet note. I appreciate it more than she knows. I also appreciate all the texts, emails, phone calls, food, and prayers. I appreciate that I have friends who keep me from hiding in my house and becoming a hermit. It's a good, good thing. I love you all.