Like most great stories, summer 2015 has ended far too soon. The peaceful part, about beginnings and endings, is the opportunity to rebuild. Recreate. Rewrite. We are so quick to peer into memory banks and photo albums, we forget how able we are to live out another miracle.
I used to get really scared when great seasons came to and end, when I had to move on, say goodbye, change area codes. I used to think there was no way life could get any sweeter. There’s no way it gets better than this.
Crazily enough? It does.
Be sad to say goodbye. But be excited to turn another page.
The story keeps getting better.