Monday, November 20

At first I was afraid I was petrified

Walking on Sunshine 
I Will Survive

Mistletoe State Park Georgia
September 2015
Beach Girls
Flash forward to November 2017
Lake Girls

This is Saturday...
Walking on Sunshine
upper 70's

This is Sunday
I Will Survive
upper 30's and a lake wind advisory

"It always rains on tents.  Rainstorms will travel 1,000's of miles, against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent." Dave Barry

Saturday, November 11

Lake Lure and a Peacock

Moms Get Away Weekend
Lake Lure, NC
Chimney Rock State Park

Lake Lure is where Dirty Dancing was filmed along with Bigfoot sightings

Halloween 2017

Beggar's Lice

 Fall Trip to Salem

Saturday, September 16

40 and Tinkerbell

My 40th
These sweet ladies, in addition to Andy and LDC, spoiled me.
Next up,
LDCs bday party

Peter Pan play
followed by dinner at Mellow

My favorite part
Watching and seeing the girls READING the birthday cards

Art, Summer, and School

Arts Alive Festival
Art Expo
Blueberry Kaboob and Eggs
Last 2017 Summer Park Playdate
Hello 2017 School Year

Sunday, September 3

Path of Totality

August 21, 2017
Trenton SC
“You never forget your first kiss … you always remember your first time in the shadow,”
What did the three of us find so remarkable...
It got cooler
The wind picked up
A sunset and then a sunrise
Birds became quiet
Crickets started chirping
A planet out in the middle of the day
The street lights came on
The coolest shadows on the ground

Monday, August 28

Little Things Make Big Things

Goodbye Sweet Summer
It was a summer full of "the little things":
 Lots and lots and lots (and lots) of mommy daughter cooking while Andy enjoyed all the tasting
 Being patient and waiting...
French Press Coffee each morning

Already sweaty so why not sweat some more and grill out routinely 

And Finally....

"Because before long, you’ll be walking down the aisle with your graduating class. Cap and gown, and that wide smile of yours. I’ll sit in my seat as I choke up a bit, and a few tears will roll down my cheeks. Tears for the good times? Or tears of regret?

Tears for making the most of every moment I had with you—every summer I savored?

Or tears of remorse for knowing that I could have done better—could have been more present in what we had, for only a time?

So I know what I must do. I must make every single summer count. All eighteen of them, because it’s not a lot."

Summer Savored