Sadly, It Came...

I didn't want it to come.

When I was a child, summer vacation came at the end of May and we didn't go back to school until a few days before Labor Day. Summer lasted three whole months. The days were filled with hours of playing outside, trips to visit relatives, reunions, out-of-town relatives coming to stay with us and more playing. The summer stretched out so long that I felt excitement about school starting. I disliked school so much that my excitement was always surprising (and usually only lasted for the first day or two of school).

This summer seemed way too short. The reunions still happened. We had a wonderful family trip. We saw family we don't see often enough and the kids played. But not enough. There weren't enough easy summer days. Nothing felt relaxed. Every week flew by. The kids went to girls camp and trek and EFY. We toured campuses as Veronica began her search for a college to attend. We attended summer basketball tournaments. But we didn't get to go see Grandpa and Grandma enough and we didn't get to play with cousins enough. We didn't get to play night games enough and there weren't enough days with nothing scheduled.

We needed more time.

But we didn't get it.

Joe was excited for school. It helped that he got the teacher he wanted. But Veronica and Savannah didn't feel that excitement. Veronica has to take ACTs, choose a college, research and apply for scholarships, and take an AP writing class that she's dreading. Savannah just doesn't like school.

And I miss my kids.

I've decided we need two summer vacations every year. One to fill with camps and activities and all those scheduled things and one with nothing scheduled.

ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. That way we can just play and swim and hang out and relax and eat ice cream.

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