The end of the first year...

This week was the littles' class trip to a special little beach in the town where they go to school. Both classes (16 students total) and most of the parents and all the teachers talking, eating and playing. I did not bring my camera, I did not take a photo. Mother Ocean and I have a deal about that. She embraces and heals me in a way no other can, so I rarely bring a camera or try and capture "that" beautiful moment because it would just be a pretty picture and the beautiful moment resides in my mind... Scattered, fragmented, but beautiful...

This school year has been blissful and the goodbyes were bittersweet for me. I am so grateful to just be home this summer wrapping my arms around my loves whenever I want but... Meeting so many sweet new friends this year, getting together each week at the beach, the park, the little "island" at school, talking to grown ups about all the things we are passionate about - that will be missed. Feeling embraced and immersed in their little school community so fully and also feeling like there is so much more room to give and grow as the years pass - that will be remembered... Only today did I realize what it means that summer is coming and that our routine of banding together to let our little tribes play will change. Next fall the bus will be used by us instead of driving the long commute each day to give little Mags some quiet home time with Mama. And I felt a little sad for me because those afternoons of bonding will be so very missed... But this sacrifice (choosing a private school a half hour from our home) is a good one, I feel it in my bones and down to the tips of my toes... Seeing my children playing and loving on others in a way I never imagined they would fills me up...
Kasper's last day...

AnaSofia's last day...

Round and round we go... Where we will end up no one quite knows... Thankful for the richness offered on all those days this year. Right now I am holding onto that.