The skies cleared just in time
My annual summer reflection on the solstice was delayed this year. Last weekend, Ben and I were in Montana, and the week after had been a jumbled mess of crazy hours, clouds a couple nights, and other priorities. But finally, on the last day of June, I'm knocking out this post. I looked at my summer post from 10 years ago , and I talk about how quickly time seemed to be going. Wow, I had no idea how fast it was going to get. We are five years from having both boys in college. Ten years ago, Michael was starting kindergarten. Everything in between has been a blur. I'm not going to try to strategize on how to make time slow down for these next few years. Ultimately, it's a little bit futile. I'm not going to define as these years as coming to a conclusion (even though that is what's ahead) as a continuation of what I've done -- what we've done -- all these years. One day leads to the next, to the next, to the next, until that last one. It might feel super ...