09/04/2026
Are we really ready to admit that summer is over?
Every time I say summer is ending, someone reminds me there are still three weeks left. But I don’t buy it. When it’s dark by 8:30, you’re looking at your blue jeans more than your bathing suit, and you’ve started checking the football schedule, those seem like pretty sure signs that summer is over and fall is kicking in.
But before I fully acquiesce to fall, I want to reminisce about the good memories this summer had in store.
The birth of sweet baby Paige, Emily and Brad’s second. When I asked Emily where the name came from, she said, “I’ve never met a Paige I didn’t like. They always have that light about them.” And I thought, well, that works for me. 💕 She really is a light.
The week of July 4th, when I rent the biggest house I can find and fill it with all of the people I love. Eight bedrooms, and somehow we still needed more space. I can’t help but love that.
Two weeks in the North Fork of Long Island. We swam in the Sound, picked berries, ate from local vegetable stands, held family camp every morning with four or six kids under four, rode our bikes to Mass, and ended every night playing cards as a family. 💕
Time in NYC with people I love. Seeing & Juliet on Broadway, walking through Central Park and the Village, and ending the summer with a weekend in Key West with my best friends.
I have a stressful job that takes up a lot of my life and sometimes my light, too. But I’m incredibly fortunate to have both: time with my family and the people I love, and work that allows me to help people make some of the biggest decisions of their lives about where they are going to lay their heads at night.
So yes, I’m looking forward to a new season and a new chapter. And it feels like the perfect time to turn 59, grab a Taylor ham, egg and cheese from Pascarella’s, celebrate Emily’s birthday with some apple picking, and end the season at the Fryeburg Fair in Maine.
Maybe summer is ending. But I have a feeling the best parts of this next season are just getting started. 🍂