Summer has almost lost its luster for me, frankly. Siblings are fighting (we're going on week four of no scheduled activities, and it's a bit much), friends and family are struggling, time is short but to-do lists are long, and when I noticed it was the last day of August and I hadn't done this month's traditional Good Things post, I didn't much feel like doing it, anyway. But going on the theory that it's during challenging times that we need to search out the good things the most, I forced myself to scroll back through this month's photos, prompting the obvious realization that even in the midst of this - in the midst of anything, really - there are always, always good things.
(I'm not saying there won't be a more, shall we say, realistic post tomorrow or the next day.)
So, for now:
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| Fancy hair after Fairy Camp. (Yes, Fairy Camp is an actual Thing.) |
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| Jemma wearing her fairy crown at the last day's tea. |
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| Ruth Reichl's peach cobbler. |
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| Finding teency, tiny toads at Mimi's . . . |
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| . . . and learning about habitat, predator/prey relationships, and disappointment when setting them free. |
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| A cozy dinner with just my big girl one night. |
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| This expression on Annie's face while playing math games. |
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| Jemma wearing my bath robe in the middle of the summer for no reason. |
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| An impossibly gorgeous day at the beach. |
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| Sisters at the annual block party . . . |
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| . . . and best friends being silly in front of the fire truck . . . |
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| . . . and some of the neighborhood gang posing for the yearly photo. |
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| Daily piano practice, tutu optional. |
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| Dancing along to sister's music. |
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| Watching the band practice on the football field. |
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| Post-sprinkler peek-a-boo. |
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| Matching towels. |
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| Annie's creation of bathing suits for her bears, made out of (you guessed it) her bathing suit. |
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| Spending a day where this river meets the lake. |
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| Playing Ms. Pac Man at Art's Tavern. |
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| Sun-kissed girl drinking root beer. |
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| This spectacular stretch of Lake Michigan beach (Sturgeon Bay at Wilderness State Park). |
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| Cousins smashed together in a carved-wood chair at Leg's Inn, |
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| drinking Shirley Temples on the lawn that overlooks the lake, |
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| (or maybe chocolate milk), |
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| linking arms walking back to the car, |
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| and - miracle of miracles! - all four of them looking at the camera at once! |
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