Moments Between the Footsteps

The passing of Labor Day has the nostalgia setting in.

With school three weeks in and the temperature in the mid-70s, summer is officially over.

I’m sad to see it go. I do love fall and the lovely things it has to offer—football, chili, sweaters, hot chocolate, Halloween (the best holiday), corn mazes, pumpkin EVERYTHING—but there is something magical about the summertime, and this one proved no less.

I kicked the summer off with a family-friendly Memorial Day cookout:

 

…went to the beach with my best friends:

 

…and spent a lot of time with some really great people (kids, friends/fellow counselors, boy) at (camps, mission trips, retreats):

  

Those experiences are more than just memories. They are people that have become so precious to me; they were learning opportunities; they were good, they were bad; they were enormous blessings.

None of them were largely life-changing, but they all played a part in what comes next, whatever that is.

They were the moments between the footsteps, and I am so thankful.

 

 

I am and I’ll let you know what happens next.