I'm trying hard not to define this summer in terms of its lows, not to forget that despite some sad, difficult times, there have been wonderful moments not to be discredited.
I've found that when I'm sad, I don't much feel inclined to take pictures or find words. In fact, I don't feel inclined to do much of anything.
On Wednesday I go back to school. While I will miss slow mornings spent with my kids and afternoons at the water's edge, I am ready to return to the routine, to busy my mind.
I don't want to write this summer off though, because even if their mama was not quite her best self, I think my kids were happy and carefree. And this was the summer we learned that come winter, we will be a family of six.
It's time to drag myself out of my slump and celebrate. Celebrate time spent at the ocean, the end of summer, and having just three children.