Less than two weeks and we're back. The campus that has been waiting eagerly for the routine of its inhabitants will be reunited with them. The place will come alive with the sound of students and faculty, lunches being eaten, bells being rung, lockers being open and shut. And I am grateful . I don't think I've ever so eagerly anticipated the return to school. It isn't that I haven't appreciated a summer spent in the sun and the chlorine of a pool (trust me, summertime is better chlorinated), a summer with my younger daughter learning to paddle and my older daughter bravely taking swim tests, with trips to the library and picnic lunches, family vacation and so many hugs I lost count. I've loved it. But it's also been a summer of heart brokenness. I don't think that I have ever lived a summer like this one, watching those I love hurt so deeply that there are no words of comfort, only prayers of hope. So I'm ready for this summer to end an...
Full-time wifehood, motherhood, teacherhood and everything in between.