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Then whoosh! she was gone

This summer has been a whirlwind of travel. For my girl.

There was a trip to San Diego three days after she got home for the summer.

Then there was a 7 day trip to Florida with Grandma and her cousin to celebrate cousin's ascendance from middle to high school.

Then there was the National Park Tour and Soccer Trip of 2011.

And then it was over.

After a party to celebrate her and her brother being in the same house for two days. Because that's what you do, right? You celebrate.

And after packing like crazy and preparing like crazy and doctor visits and soul searching and late nights on the patio discussing the future and extreme summer workouts and time spent with high school friends and such.

And now she's back at school. Two soccer camps, preseason training, then school.

And we're hanging out with our son, who is truly one of the most amazing people I've ever met, and we're enjoying a few days before he heads off to the Big Apple, then the Middle East, once more.

Mama is tired. Mama is played out - emotionally, physically. Totally.

But where fear and anticipation of all the unknowns dominated daughter's departure last year, a sense of resolve and a renewed joy for the game of soccer and a positive outlook characterize this year's.

So we've got that going for us.

But now I need a nap. Literally. And to remind myself to breathe deeply and to settle into the new now.

A mama's work is never done.

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  1. Lemon GloriaJuly 20, 2011 at 10:02 AM

    It sounds like a very whirlwind-y summer for all of you. I'm glad you've had good family time. I know you really love your kids and miss them when they're gone.

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  2. StevieJuly 21, 2011 at 2:44 PM

    Hi LG. The kids, they're amazing. This summer has been remarkable, and being the selfish kid that I can be, I just didn't want it to end. :-)

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