Change

The days pass in small errands, in things I want to get done… going to the library, walking the dog, doing laundry, getting blueberries at the grocery store because they are on sale, dropping off dry cleaning, meeting friends for lunch, reading all day in a raft in the pool, and napping in the afternoons.

I make a list every morning but none of the things on my list are things I have to do, but they are all things I want to do.

I know this is my last summer of this. I know that next summer will be filled with story time and swim lessons, and will be measured by yards crawled and bottles drank. I know that everything will change.

And I can’t wait.