tastes of summer

My summer has been a three-course meal: May, June, and July. Each has had its own distinct flavor. May tasted like transition and busyness. I moved into my new home and started two new classes on top of work. June tasted like a jumble of fun and burdens combined. July was my favorite flavor. Even though it was seasoned with letting go, it tasted like freedom and blessings and friendship and a paradigm shift. I wonder what August will taste like; so far I taste a lack of motivation, but I smell joy cooking in the oven. Jennifer will come to visit, I will be a matching-digit age, and Mr. & Mrs. Maples will throw a celebration.

Praise the Lord. I loosened my grip on my dandelions and, sure enough, God delivered them to Marion more ideally than I ever could have arranged. Luke got his dream job as Bowman's RD and the two (and a half) of them are safe and sound in their new home. Admiral Adama started his new life with Ella and a nice family-- we sent him off with tears of love, and I can only hope that his puppies arrive when I have a place to keep one. Ice cubes will never look the same. However, I keep shivering with excitement each time I re-realize that a baby will arrive in December. I am ready to learn how to change diapers and prepare bottles.

I don't know how to anticipate the upcoming school year; I go back and forth between looking forward to it and dreading it anxiously. Like every year, I must learn to find a balance. There will be many new transitions to adapt to this year. I told the Lord that he will have to support me, and He said He could do that for me, so no need to be afraid, right? But alas, I will miss the love sac, having a roof out of my bedroom window, sharing a bed with Pooky, and being class-free, but I do look forward to soaking up Dr. Brown's wisdom, being with Johnsies, loving my niece/nephew, pursuing a new adventure, and developing my relationships. I look forward to tasting new flavors.