This little guy tried to escape me yesterday in hot pursuit of some deer. You can tell he’s pumped to be back from his adventure.
When people say ‘This is my baby,’ they don’t always mean a baby. Sometimes they mean a dog.”
— A Somali student, on what has surprised her most about the United States. (via 33113)
The end of summer is full of excitement and anticipation. Maybe a little bit of nervousness if you are a worrier like me. It’s spent savoring the last few warm days and taking advantage of daylight in the evenings.
I’m missing my husband tonight. He will be out of town for a client for (at least) the entire month. We’ve gotten through 2 weeks so far and when he’s been home on the weekends, the days seem shorter and shorter. Winter feels like it’s rearing it’s ugly head any day now. We just celebrated our 2 year anniversary and I was just thinking of how he always used to say “Fall is our season” back when we were first dating some 6 years ago. It’s true. Something about the first chilly wind at the end of the summer signals snuggle weather when people realize it’s time to get booed up and test the longevity of their summer romances. We didn’t have a summer romance. It was more of a summer friendship which led to “Oops, we’re in love!”
So I’m a little sad to be alone right now at the start of “our season”. It’s been a rough year yet still a really good one. We’ve had plenty of priceless memories and some actual real marriage challenges we didn’t expect (thank God for premarital counseling). I’m 30 and I’m facing indecision at a time where I would like to feel more solid and sure of where I’m going in life. I’m dealing with being judged by family, friends and people I barely know—but I’m actually okay with that part. What I’ve learned is that there are very few people on this planet who I need validation from and the older I get, the fewer that number becomes. I’m thankful for this time to work on myself and get motivated for the next few goals in life. Goodbye, dog days of Maryland.