September. Summer never lingers long here. I'm lingering over the warm memories, but I know, I know...letting go. Every season holds grace and beauty. I'm ready to pick up the pace, as the brisk winds stir.
Lucy needed no prodding to make her preparations, shift her sleep schedule, and she's calmly, sweetly ready to face a new school year tomorrow. We'll graciously forget the meltdown in the kitchen earlier. Just a blip.
I am grateful. Holy and broken; heaven and hell. It's all in the perspective and the attitude we choose.
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