I wanted to hold on to summer for longer.
Tomorrow I was trying to sneak the kids back to the ocean for a last taste of salt and sand, but Florence said no.
And so it feels like fall is coming before I’m ready to say good bye to long days and suntan lines.
Here are the too few shots when I managed to pull out a camera between the exhaustion and morning sickness that come along with the first trimester. Next summer there will be a new chubby legged, big headed child to photograph.
And maybe next summer, Gus will stop running off long enough that I actually get a picture of him too.