i am cleansing my file of these last vacation photos…such a wonderful time that seems months ago by now. we went to the lake for a few days, did some wood working, hung out downtown, and truly relaxed. what a gift.
the title of this post is quite fitting since the big kids head back to school in the morning.
oh, i do feel the waves of letting them go again.
prairie daze 
those beach shots look so familiar. wonderful pictures!! where did you get those amazing umbrellas?
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Beautiful pictures Kristin. So peaceful! What a way to end vacation:)
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Great vacation photos!!
Do you mind me asking….HOW do you arrange the photos in your blog page like that?
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Kristin, every year when summer vacation draws to an end and the start of school looms near, I’m just filled with wistfulness – the realization that every year the kids are just a little less “mine”, the longing to hold on to the lazy days of summer when they are so much more underfoot. I am a good mother during during the school year – I make sure that the homework is done, piano and instruments practiced, hair is washed, teeth are brushed, bedtime observed, extra-curricular obligations met – but I SO much more enjoy being the summer mom!!! I always hear mothers talk about how they can’t WAIT for school to start again, and I think, I guess I should be happy that it makes me sad…
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Wow, what great shots. And yes, I guess your kiddos did go back to school. Wow, it’s just starting to feel like summer here. I can’t imagine letting them go now…
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Kristin, your photos are just yummy! I just want to sit and stare at them and then tell you what I love about each one (like, how I enjoy imagining the sounds that accompany the images and how the picture of your dad makes me laugh). Well done, friend.
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I love your pictures. Especially the one of you in the sand! And the rainbow that is eating that man!
School. How are you doing this year? We went for a walk a few days ago, right past the MIDDLE SCHOOL. It’s old. Sad looking. The windows are boarded up with plywood for some reason. I hate it. It’s as though the city is saying, “we don’t care so much about you anymore.”
But what can I do? I have to let go, too. Pretend it’s a happy place, hope that it IS a happy place for him. Let him find his own opinion of it and make it his, not mine. Right?
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