18 Summers

As the last day of summer 2018 receded before me and turned to dusk, I took a few minutes to reflect on what was has been the most wonderful time in my life, thus far. Isn’t it an odd feeling to realize that you’re living your best days? It’s both wonderful sad to know that when the sun begins to set on my body and mind, these are the days I will think of and try to live in most. So I document. I write and take photos…so many photos, knowing that my boys will probably never even look at them all in their lifetimes. But I will. One day.

We only have 13 more summers with Alastair and 16 more with Atticus. I’m so glad we’ve found a place to make the most of the short time we have with our babes under the same roof.

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