I'm trying to challenge myself a little this summer to just write. Whether I click publish or not, just write it all out every few days. I like when I make this a priority for myself and I like myself better when I'm writing.
It's July already and we head to the lake on Friday. And when I say the lake, I mean The Lake of all Lakes. It's white sandy bottom, sandbar for days, the perfect beach front area right outside our front door. Every house has a dock and every dock has a motor. Everyone gathers at said sandbar for our own version of a redneck yacht club. Way up north in the Adirondack Mountains where the population is a handful and they have no clue what high speed internet is. There is no internet in the best places on earth, you know? I'd tell you the name of New York's best kept secret, but then I'd have to kill you.
We can't get there soon enough.
My big boys are taking swim lessons. I feel like I should win an award for best decision ever to hire a private swim instructor to come to my parents house to teach them. I almost signed up, against everything within me, for swim lessons every day twenty minutes from my house, and then I snapped out of it, and frantically googled til I found our girl. (I'm a traveler, but when I'm home, I'm home. I mean really home.) One of my favorite pastimes is watching the boys out the window, treading water and bobbing up and down like it's nobody's business.
We got a really, really exciting phone call yesterday. Adoption, as I have learned and lived, is a process. Every thing, every stage, every step, is a process. Well... we have got ourselves a court date, my friends! I'm not gonna say too much but maybe it's fifteen days away. It has been a long time coming for this court date. We are about to take another step on this beautifully, broken road.
I've got a feeling that this July might be the best one yet. This autumn girl can feel summer creepin' up as my new favorite season.