The last couple days the weather here in the Chi has been PERFECT. We slept with the windows open last night and a couple times during the night I was tempted to get up and throw a second quilt on the bed. I love chilly nights. Today the windows have stayed open and the breeze blowing the city sounds through the house has been so calming. (Have I mentioned that I love Chicago??)
I'm grateful for the change...in weather and in months. August (and the last couple days of July) can suck it. It was wicked, miserable, suffocatingly hot. Work was less than pleasant. Losing two babies was no picnic. Feeling like our hearts were lied to, ripped out, torn into bits and peed on and then burned sucked pretty bad. Winston was cranky, Besta was a menace.
August marked the six year point of us trying to add children to our family. Six. Freaking. Years. It is so amazingly frustrating to want something for six years. Do everything in your power to get it. Dream, think, pray, stress, cry, rejoice, ache over it...and STILL, after six LONG years...still NOT have it. I am seriously considering changing my middle name to patience.
I'm glad that milestone is passed...and I don't have to deal with it again for another year.
Bring on September! May it be fabulous!