Well, it's hit me that I'm in for some changes in the near future. Maybe tomorrow a job interview will give me an occupation for my labor and mind.
I'm slowly packing away the things that define my space. Purging and compartmentalizing. Little boxes full of sentiments and garbage.
It was the last day of summer daycare for Little Katie. It means more to me now that Laurel screamed my name and gave me a hug when she saw me, and Abbie held my hand on the way back from the beach. That the kids realized how proud they should be that Katie spontaneously uttered 13 word sentance with perfect syntax. I spent a couple hours sitting on the beach sitting and watching the kids scream and play, their voices distant and blending in a tone that only summertime allows. Little Katie refused to leave the water. No more swimming.
No more I'm reaching the shore.