Heading into my family’s first full week back to school feels like summer officially ends tonight.
What did I make this summer?
Memories, stories, jokes, crafts, healthier food choices.
Progress through stacks of unread books. Headway on ukulele chords.
A new weekly family tradition called Ice Cream Sunday.
But what I’m most hopeful about is making space. I’m practiced in taking on too much, in crowding out the fun in my own life—and this summer has made clear that I can’t (and shouldn’t) keep that up.
Today, making space meant making ice cream with my daughter. Tomorrow, I’ll see.
I want know what you’ve created these past summer weeks, if you’re willing to share. Comments open. I’d love to hear.