Simple summer days these weeks past and to come. Slow moving times full of mango juice, gardening, chalk drawings of dinosaurs, wedding planning, and weekend trips. Last night Mandy and I couldn't even finish "The Umbrellas of Cherbourg" because we were so bleary-eyed. I am in the midst of loving two year olds who speak Czech I think, baking bread, and reading Anne of the Island at the pace of the sun setting every night. If I had to count these Oregon sunsets that take my breath away, I would run out of numbers. June was precious. July is brimming. August is sure to be nothing but.
Honestly, it's all mine and best right now.
“I wonder if it will be—can be—any more beautiful than this,’ murmured Anne, looking around her with the loving, enraptured eyes of those to whom ‘home’ must always be the loveliest spot in the world, no matter what fairer lands may lie under alien stars.”
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