Happy Summer.

The sunshine season is my favorite.
Today, I am sitting on my porch in a chair with a glass of sweet tea because that was my dream when I was little. Not a fancy house or car or a name-brand purse. Nope. I wanted a porch, and I wanted to sit on that porch every chance I could get with a wedding ring on my finger and sweet tea in my hand.
I know a lot of people love to travel, and I won’t pretend I don’t enjoy the beach, but honestly, nothing compares to my porch.
When I was thirteen, we had a back porch, and I would sit out there listening to music and dreaming about my future. It’s no surprise that I got married young. I spent a lot of my teenage years journaling, imagining, planning, and hoping.
Now, somehow, I’m living the life I used to write about: I’m sitting right here on my front porch, listening to crickets and watching the ferns hanging from the posts sway in the breeze.
Lately I’ve been thinking about how quickly life moves. Summers come and go. Kids grow up. Gardens bloom and fade. Projects begin and end. Before you know it, the season you wanted to remember has become a distant memory.
That’s one of the reasons I write.
Last year this blog was a blender of thoughts fueled by emotion. This year feels different. I feel different. More settled. More intentional. More aware of the things I want to remember.
So this summer, I’m going to hold myself accountable by giving each week a little structure.
✨ Move Me Monday
Something that inspired me, challenged me, touched my heart, or changed my perspective.
❤️ Tuesday’s Tiny Acts of Kindness
A small act of kindness I witnessed and don’t want to forget.
🛠️ Work On It Wednesday
Something I’m building, growing, fixing, creating, or learning.
More than anything, I want this blog to be a record of this season of life. The people. The projects. The lessons. The beauty hidden in ordinary days.
And if you’re here reading along, I’m glad you’re on the porch with me.
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