if i make it through tomorrow...

If I make it through tomorrow, then I am officially calling this summer a success. Tomorrow the girls and I fly across the united stated to our destination: family. 

Salt Lake City will bring good friends, good food, good shopping, grandmas, grandpas, cousins, aunts and uncles...and most importantly RYAN. 

It was a long summer, but with eight weeks behind us and all three of us still alive, I'm kind of breathing a sigh of relief. 

I loved my morning cuddles in bed with my two {mostly} sweet girls. And spending time with them all day every day.

And I loved our hilarious FaceTime chats with the Mr. {Yes, I took screen shots without him knowing and yes, he called us from a tractor.}

 

On one hand, it's good to know what I'm capable of. I spent a few moments feeling rather proud of what I accomplished all by my lonesome this summer. I can do hard things! And we can have fun in the process!

That moment lasted just a few seconds before I was completely humbled and realized I really didn't do any of it on my own. I cannot tell you how grateful I am for the countless offers of help. For dinners and play dates and help to the car. For extra hands at church, the park, the bus stop and home. I'm surrounded by so much goodness it has brought me to tears on multiple occasions. 

So, while I can say that I did it - I lived through the summer - I know, wholeheartedly, that I did not do it alone. 

You know who you are. We did it. Thank you.