The last night of summer is always bittersweet.
I’m filled with a mess of emotions, so much so that my chest seems swollen. The sadness of losing the freedom & ease of summer days with my two favorite girls. The excitement of seeing friends & work family each day again. The eagerness for the comfort of the familiar rhythm of “real” life routines. The thrill of the return of daily challenges & creativity. Apprehension at the memory of the stressful, fatiguing weekly workload. And the amazing, heartwarming joy I feel every year as I fall in love with a new batch of 40+ babies.
Summer’s return will come sooner than we think. On that last night, we’ll look back over the year & see how time has flown. Our babies will be taller, smarter, and a just a little bit less our “babies” than before. For a while, I will wish I could rewind and go back, praying for just a little more time. Knowing that’s not possible, I’ll remind myself to love the moment I’m in.
And so tonight, on this last night, I remind myself to be grateful for this night. Love this feeling. Celebrate this mess of teary-eyed smiles, nostalgic laughter, and school girl anticipation.
This — these nights, these feelings — is the stuff life is made of, and it’s beautiful.