September is less than two weeks away. I love fall. I love the crisp weather, cloudy days and the way Lake Michigan is just a bit choppier in the cooler weather. But I'm not ready.

This summer promised big things. More than once I proclaimed this would be the best summer ever. And it has been great, but there's no way it can be over.

I've already made perfect memories here this summer. Naps on the beach in between football tosses in the water with my favorite guy, grilled cheese sandwiches in the backyard with some great girls, an amazing day at the beach with mom and dad. The lakefront has played an integral role in my summer, and I'm not ready for it to close shop.

I ran along the lake in the wee hours of morning last week while it was deserted, and swear to God, I felt a tickle in my throat where a small cry wanted to escape. The beach wasn't full of people. MOB wasn't waiting for me on the beach blanket. Mom and dad weren't in line at the concession stand buying margaritas and spiked lemonade.

It was empty. And it made me homesick. Homesick for what, I don't know. But it was the same sort of ache I feel when I think of home. Good memories do that to me. Ache. And already I'm aching the loss of summer.

I'm sure fall will be just as perfect, and I'll have a host of new, seasonal memories that'll make me ache when the snow flies, but I can't help but feel sad. The feeling is similar to saying goodbye to loved ones after a long weekend away, whether at home or in another town. I am bad at goodbyes and too sentimental for my own good.

Look! I am on the verge of tears just thinking about it!


All good things must come to an end, I suppose. At least to make room for more good things. But I'll probably stomp my feet in protest for a while.

I want my mama!