So Long, Dear Summer

I get blue this time of year.  The end of another memory-making summer.

So long, Musical:
Kate, Josie and Davey were all in a musical (if you can call it that) put on by Lehi City, "101 Dalmations".  The rehearsals kept the kids entertained and singing during long summer days.  Davey met new friends and improved his wheelchair dance moves.  The directors were so good to accommodate him.  Kate was a "boxer" dog.  She was embarrassed by her boxers and boxing gloves.  I thought they were adorable.  Josie didn't have a speaking part.  Instead of being bummed, she kept saying, "Thank heavens I don't have to worry about my lines!"  Davey had a speaking part, he just never said the line.  Here are the highlights:

Pa Rindy did their make-up.

Grandma Peterson with five of her great grandkid superstars.

So long, Family:
There is nothing better than seeing our siblings, parents and cousins who live afar.  We can never get enough of you.  Thanks for making the sacrifice to come visit.

 

So long, Camping:
We are not a camping family.  But we went for one night and it was much better than expected.  Kate told us scary stories about a puppet buried under our house.  Who knew our house was on a puppet graveyard, no wonder!  Josie was offended by a Girl Scout who asked if she was a boy.  Davey was unstoppable as he climbed up a "big mountain" and every other terrain.  Maggie and I slept in the car together.  It was fun while it lasted (3 hours).  I think we'll go again.

So long, Husband:
Sadness.  Matt is back at work.  I know I shouldn't complain because I'm lucky to have him home in the summers, but I'll miss the flexibility of my summer life.  Plus, he smells good and makes me laugh.  And my list for him isn't complete.

So long, Birthdays:
First Davey, then me, then Maggie.  Davey dominated the celebrations this year with his first friend birthday party.  Now Kate is gearing up for her Nancy Drew themed party.

So long, UTIs:

I'm hoping that Maggie's continuous UTIs will shrivel and die like my dehydrated flower beds.  (No picture for that one)

So long, Real Estate:
Not really.  But I do cut back once school starts.  I feel melancholy when I hand over the keys to a family that I've gotten to know really well during the process of buying/selling.  I miss them when it's over.

So long, My Three Oldest.
I'm going to miss you.