Tomorrow I take my sweet three year old to preschool for the first time. It has been a tremendous summer. I can't think of one thing on our list that we didn't get to do. As I type this, my two big kids are nestled into the vanagon for one last sleepover. Little sister abandoned ship around 9:30 last night for the comforts of her own bed.
This was the summer of kid dates. Each week I took a different kid on a date. I plan to continue this tradition through the fall as long as they'll let me. Even if I have to bribe them with rootbeer floats.
Because I am a girl who loves fall, I have a new calendar, back to school pants (for myself), a giant list of soups I want to make and a whole mess of goals to see me through the next few months. I'm ready to dive back into old (and new) rhythms. Here we go!