Schoooools out. For. Summer.

Today was my last day of work for....seven weeks!  Seven wonderful weeks home with my babies. 

Seven weeks of sleeping past 5:30.  (Yes.  That's what time I "wake" up to be able to nurse Elizabeth before getting ready for work.  Yes.  It's a form of torture. I can only hope my darling girl appreciates the sacrifice.) 

Seven weeks of nap times. 

Seven weeks of mornings in the garden. 

Seven weeks of going back to the gym.

Seven weeks of summer activities - camping, swimming lessons, canning, library visits, concerts in the park, the fair, beach trips.

Seven weeks!

I love my job.

And do you want to see me freak out?  I only have six weeks before my baby girl is a year old.  But that's another post.