You know you're missing summer like crazy when you actually start looking foward to seeing grasshopper jars in your house. Oh, how I long for summer right now. Farmers markets. Flowers so colorful and fragrant they boast proof of God. Eating warm berries off the vine. Sand between my toes. Warm misty nights with roasted marshmallow cuisine and cricket symphonies. Fireflies. Dining alfresco. Watermelon juice dripping down my chin. Swinging in the sunshine. Chasing butterflies. Warm walks in the moonlight. And yes, even grasshopper friends. Come, Summer, come.
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Warning! Motherhood isn't for wimps. I'm plodding through motherhood one clogged toilet at a time and I'm still loving it. My life is full of beauty and craziness. I've decided I'm officially going insane, would you like to come along?
