First day of school, and it felt more like summer than it has in weeks. The sun seemed to rise in an instant, like it was excited for the day too. This year, our mornings are a little more chaotic, leaving a different times, getting kids to different schools. I felt a little grief about it, but there are some new freedoms too.

I dropped one of the girls off and then Thomas and I drove on for a walk on one of our favorite trails. I could tell life in town is getting back to normal, people in their school year rhythms. It was friendly on the hike, but only busy with locals.

Trevor worked at Bivouac this morning after making his school drop and taking a yoga class, so once I got home, I relished the stillness. I took my time preparing some breakfast, listening to Voxer and Marco Polo messages from friends, then ate, read, and journaled from the couch on the deck. I have a tendency to dive right into the things I’m supposed to do while the kids are in school, but today I tried to indulge in what I wanted to do.

The girls asked for a lasagna dinner for their first evening back at home, but it was so hot, we passed on the Italian feast and scrounged together a casual meal. Everyone was glad to come back together and committed to the at-home routines that feel more special and even necessary when we’re all going our own directions during the day.