august slipped away

Summer burned hot & quick like it always does. As usual, I’m shocked when September comes around. 

Summers are different with a baby.

3 years ago, I couldn’t imagine spending a 4th of July sober. 

And now, all I care about is getting ONE photo of the vintage baby Ralph Lauren American flag sweater I’ve been saving since before my child was born.

I’m still a party girl at heart….but I’m also terrified of not getting his first word on camera. 

(I still missed it anyway. It was “cookie.”)

What i’m trying to say, is I liked the slow summer we had. I needed it. My soul needed it. My little family needed it.

I liked having the mornings to myself. I liked our routine. Our shows. Our doordash regulars. 

Even the cocomelon intro sounds sweet and endearing looking at it through a nostalgic lens. 

This summer was dark for me. But I’ve always admired my ability to seek out and appreciate the small and simple joys in life…no matter what I’m going through.

In 2021 I think we call that, “romanticizing” idk.

Here is my favorite form of romanticization,

my summer video.

Those small and simple joys, caught on film.

Now….on to September!