It's been a long September.
Husby's work load has picked up for the season which means he hasn't been home as much. (I know that's why we are here, but it's still a drag. And tiring as it's just me and the boys.) On top of that, we keep cycling through the same little virus and at least one of has been sick all month. My turn came around twice. (Mommy can't deny kisses from her littles!) My parents were in Israel for two weeks, and my weeks creep by if I can't talk to them. Homesickness and physical sickness isn't the best combo for me, I have come to realize. On top of these things, September just really never has been my favorite. It's that strange little month wedged between the warm summer and the crisp fall, and the days just flounder around - trying to find their place. September is my weird month. I'm happy to see it go.
Not to be a downer. Just being honest. It was a hard month.
And then this weekend, like a breath of fresh air, God gave us the perfect two days. He has a way of giving us exactly what we need exactly when we need it. And OH how I needed it!
Husby didn't have one obligation so he was all ours. The weather was nothing short of incredible and we set out to relish every second of it. We spent our entire Saturday on Presque Isle and soaked up what will probably be one of our last times there in our swim suits until Spring.
(Who am I kidding? I was in jeans, a shirt, and wrapped in a towel. Swim suit. Pssssh!)
We flew kites, hunted for treasure with our metal detector, the boys swam (in the cold water!), we built sand castles, we watched the majestic USS Niagara voyage across the waters, we ran and laughed and connected. We soaked up the sun, and relished the breeze in our hair. We breathed in. We breathed out. It was beautiful. Healing.
(If that's not a Baywatch Baby, I don't know what is.)
I came home feeling more refreshed and rejuvenated than I had all month, whispering thanks to God for making it all happen. I'm completely amazed at how therapeutic Lake Erie is for me. As much fun and silliness that takes place while we're there, I always leave with such perspective. My mind "resets" out there among the waves.
God is teaching me so much during our time here. Total dependence on Him. Husby, the boys and I are creating bonds tighter than ever with one another. We are being stretched, shaped and molded as He refines us, teaches us, blesses us.
Hard things. Good things.
This past summer in Erie was one I will always look back on with such love as it brought an abundance of special times and precious memories. Now, I'm looking forward to fall.