Well, they're off. Our summer is over.
And I am feeling bereaved at the loss.
Last night during family prayer, David blessed me especially "in this time of great transition." I got a little misty at that.
Here are our last couple of undivided hours together:
As they climbed on the bus this morning, one of the other moms wielding a camera asked, "How was your summer?"
I said, "Short." And then had to turn away for a minute.
It is as Thoreau says, "Short at the longest."