Summer regrets

And so it begins. The last week of summer for C-man. (He's camp-less and with a sitter, much to his happiness). Another week of work for Beerman and me. I hate that this summer is really almost done. Those happy lazy nights by the fire and with the fireflies were so sparse this year - life got too crazy, and the weather just wasn't all that helpful. Days at home were too few. Oh, so many regrets for this summer. But I suppose it does little good to lament them now.

Instead, we move forward. To an almost 5th grader who gleefully got his #57 football jersey back. To a week back at work instead of traveling. To a husband who is also home this week. And to a dog who has learned how to counter surf.