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August. It's like a comfortable pair of summer shoes or sandals that you know you need to get rid of, but you hang on to them just a bit longer because of your memories.
It's hot, but not as hot as July. (And may we all be eternally grateful for that!) Here in northern Virginia, we'll lose an hour of sunlight between August 1 and August 31. By the end of the month, kids will be returning to school, which always just seems wrong to me. Where I grew up, schools closed right before Memorial Day and reopened right after Labor Day.
August memories hold a special mix of joy, wonder, and sadness for me. In mid-August many years ago, my parents went to the hospital expecting to bring home one baby. Instead, they had twins! One August, I got fired in an upper-level management change from what at one point had been my perfect job. Another August, someone I loved learned he had prostate cancer.
I hope you treasure August--and keep those shoes just one more year.
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