August 22

Abby heads back to school for the fall semester of her senior (!) year tomorrow. We had to make a few compromises along the way to make it happen, but we succeeded and this evening the five of us gathered for dinner at Black Bear. 

It's been a good summer, I think. She had the opportunity to work with kindergarten-aged kiddos, which confirmed her plan to teach when she finishes her undergrad career. She saw a few friends and had meals at most of her favorite eateries. She renewed her unconventional relationship with BearBear and Chub. And we had lots of family time.

It wasn't a perfect summer, no. There were moments when we all butted heads and when peace was frustratingly absent, as happens in all families. But it was good. And I am grateful for memories of a good summer with my favorite girl. And I'm confident that terrific things await her at Wheaton this semester.