I know when the span of daylight gets noticeably shorter and the days still seem longer I will not remember this, so for the historical record:
Right now my girls are upstairs marching around to Star Wars music, each of them playing several characters in one of their several complicated role-playing games.
This morning they were reading, the 12yo her physics text and William Blake poetry, the 8yo one of her new history books. I think she’s read 5 short books since the box arrived yesterday — two of them while cuddled up in the hammock with me while I re-read Game of Thrones, trying to remember what happened when the series started so long ago, before half the main characters died.
As the Star Wars theme repeats itself, I can’t help but think, hurray for not-back-to-school. Yay for us that this didn’t end this week and won’t end after Labor Day.
I won’t always feel like this, I know, so I have to document and remember. Winter is coming.