A summer bride is a beautiful thing. Summer is a beautiful thing. O, how I'll miss her. Yet there's something special about the seasons that come and go. They allow us the time to revel in their beauty and enjoy the newness long enough to leave us wanting when it all comes to an end. Winter may be the only exception for me, but that's another story. I like to live my life in the same seasonal way. Life is good, and the experiences we have are great, but there's always a new season beckoning from around the corner, helping us appreciate what we have now. One season's coolness makes the warm season enveloping. One season's warmth makes the cool season refreshing. And so on. My family is getting ready for a huge move. It's huge in every single way imaginable. I may miss the constant hum of cicadas out my window. Or the room for my kids to run and play around the pond everyday. But those things will lead us to discover new joys. Joys we may have previously overlooked or underestimated. It will most definitely be extraordinary and exhilarating.
I can't wait.