Dear July & August,

Where did you go?? Today I realized that my grandmother’s birthday and the first game for the Dawgs is next weekend and that can only mean one thing… September is practically here!

So what made you blazing-hot months so crazy/ busy/ wonderfully adventurous and awesome? Let’s recap:

July… You were filled with our one-year anniversary trip to Charleston, which spoiled us with bike riding, paddleboarding, and the most exquisite food and drink of our lives (reviews of a gajillion restaurants coming soon). We were reminded of our precious first year of marriage and all of the great things we were able to do together through nightly walks and (finally) being able to view our wedding video. Then when we got home, you threw us a curveball, July. Moving time. I packed up the car and drove away from hubby for 3 weeks while I started working in our new town and he finished up his time down south. I sweated a lot because of you, July. Deep cleaning a classroom and then spending hours sitting on the floor just trying to imagine what the coming weeks would bring. You were really great to me, July, but you were not easy.

And then August… I’ve loved you the most because you’ve helped me feel at home in our new place. Hubby arrived on August 1st, so that alone was enough. But you were filled with even more excitement. August 1 also marked my first day at school with my kiddos. Four beautiful children were brought to my freshly cleaned classroom and in three weeks (really, three seconds) I fell in love with being their teacher. You’ve taught me patience, and you’ve also taught me lessons in unconditional love and the purest of joy (my kids are the most perfect examples of all of the above). I know that I haven’t learned all that I need to yet, August, but you’ve given me a jumpstart of the heart. And then there’s also the cutesy grocery store that I’ve become obsessed with, our newly found love of tennis, coffee, coffee, coffee, and lots and lots of local menus that we’ve sampled in your sunny days.

Part of me never wants the summer months to end because they’ve just been so good… But as I sip my mint mocha and sweat because it’s 110 degrees today, I’m dreaming of October. (No offense, J&A.) And now that life is (slightly) readjusted to normal I’ll be sure to write a little more (until GAA begins 🙂 ).

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