We're in our final days of summer break over here (school starts on Monday!) and I'm taking a moment to reflect on what felt like a fast and somewhat uneventful summer (for our family at least). We took no big trips, we did no major house projects, the boys were in summer camp every week that we were in town. But... we did see lots of family. We spent time with friends that we love dearly. We made mindful parenting and marital connection top priorities. And we made it through the summer without injury or illness. So that's something! I often feel a little wistful at summer's end, like I was supposed to DO something or GO somewhere really special. Then I remember that this is the real work of living: to find enough in the ordinary, to see the miracle in the mundane.