I loved having my babies in the spring - mostly because I don't do so well in the winter. Honestly I was afraid that chronic sleep deprivation combined with winter-time lack of sunlight would have turned me into a very unpleasant person should my babies have been born in the winter. But despite my love for them being born in the spring, I always considered the summer after they were born to be a loss. I know that some people hit the ground running when they have a newborn, but that just doesn't work for me. Instead, I'm all for hunkering down and staying close to home when we have a new little one in the house. So while last summer was a bit of a loss, it just meant that this summer was that much sweeter.
And sweet it was.
I'm sorry to see it go.
(Although I am excited for up-coming Thanksgiving food. Bring on the stuffing and the apple pie!)