The end of another school is days away. Mike has today with his students, a day of meaningless meetings tomorrow, and on Thursday a teacher work day where he will pack up his classroom and check out for 2 1/2 months of "time off". Anyone who has taught knows that teachers do not get the summer completely off. There is lesson planning for the next year, trainings, Honey-Do lists to complete :) and they have to report back to work a week before school actually starts.
Last summer was our first without Andrew. We thought we would be more miserable than we were. Surprisingly we were not laying around crying all the time. Those times did happen, but for the most part we learned to find a new summer normal. We planted our garden, played in our swimming pool, did some yard and home improvement, saw a few plays, took a trip to the camp Andrew worked at, and went camping by ourselves. We are sure Andrew was laughing at us trying to set up the tent. Three tries later we got it up!
This summer shows promise of being a good one. We have tickets to a couple of plays, plans to attend a concert with some friends, activities at church, I have a job lined up for six weeks with the prospect of a job during the school year. We are planning some more home/yard improvements.
In the middle of our summer plans is the ache that never goes away though. Even when fun things happen, we still miss our son and always will. Summer is fun. But not at much fun without our boy.
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