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12 hours and counting

In exactly 12 hours we will be walking to school, my 3 kids and I...

We had a great day today - I got the house cleaned up a bit, despite the extra bodies lying around, and even got to scrapbook a bit. I organized too, which always makes me happy.

This evening we walked over to a local park where the Spokane Symphony puts on a free Labor Day concert each year. We have done this for three years running, I think - maybe four. It's quite an event, with people bringing tables and chairs and lavish picnics. We always see lots of friends and neighbors there. We met Asia's Mom there tonight. The symphony played "Clair de Lune", one of my very favorite songs of all time. I was in heaven, with Asia's head in my lap and my three kids lying on blankets all around. I was able to just close my eyes and revel in the music, and love for my community and the promise of an empty house in the morning.

A perfect end to a lovely summer.

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