The movers just left with all of our belongings that are headed to Japan. I both hate and love this moment that happens with every move. Hate the dirt that is left behind in empty rooms and the sadness that comes with leaving. Love the lack of clutter, the relief to be done with packing, and the anticipation of new adventures. Had been hoping to make it to Shabbat services tonight but I might just collapse on the floor.
Sitting on the screened porch watching the fireflies while sipping chilled Pinot Grigio... hard to believe just a few hours ago the movers were here and then we frantically rushed to Ikea to buy a mattress for tomorrow's pack-out.
My first passport photo. Taken by my mother on our back porch before our trip to France. I was three and holding tight to Jennie-Baby, my favorite doll. I lost her later that summer on the Paris metro. My parents valiantly spent the day riding the metro and hunting for her without any success. I have taken a lot of passport photos since then, but none of them feel quite as intense or emotional as this one.
Noah and Connor have been in their own teen boy world all week long.
Our last day at the beach and we finally made it out to the dunes for a walk before dinner.
Indigo dying at the beach.
Another summer tradition: snowballs with cousins.
Early morning beach breakfast.
I took a walk with a sea turtle today. Followed it along the shore until my legs got tired. I turned around and she kept going. Haven't seen any nests yet, but perhaps that will change tonight.