And by “it”, I mean summer.
It is, you know, almost a week into September, and I’m still just sort of standing here clueless, saying, “Wha–?”
A strange summer. Even my photos reflect the helter-skelter life lived these last few months: uploaded in bizarre and random fashion, almost impossible to sort.
Tonight I just browse through. Smile. Laugh. Cry a little because you know? It was a blur. But it was full of joy.
My dad rescued me when I was having tractor troubles — over and over. And over.
Matching dresses. And a little too much love.
“Take our picture, Mom, can you?”
Two sleepy-head girls after several nights of being out late while I helped Ryan.
Just a smidgen of the abundant joy I have.
(Not pictured: the redeeming work of Jesus in my heart every day, and the presence of the Holy Spirit indwelling this frail, undeserving soul every moment. Joy unspeakable.)