Hi, it’s Elizabeth.
In 16 days, summer will be over for me. In 16 days, Jamie goes back to school. On his 16th birthday. (Next year is his golden birthday: 17 on the 17th).
Today we didn’t do anything except splash around in the pool and hang out at the hobby store. Which is OK with me. My house is a mess. The laundry isn’t done, there’s paperwork to do, Maggie keeps rumpling up the bed, and we’re having frozen pizza for dinner. I don’t care.
I don’t care if the grass and the plants are dried up. I don’t want school to start. I don’t want the winter and the darkness. I want the pool to stay open forever.
I want to hang on to every free, sun-drenched minute. I haven’t complained about the heat because I know it is better than the snow.
I love when we come into the house smelling like pool water and sunshine. I’ll take that any day.
I know I’m being selfish.
Jamie will turn 16 in 16 days. He misses his friends (we live far from school). He wants to get his driver’s license. I know this is my last summer having him as a “kid”. What will change in 16 days? Everything.