Summer. The middle of the year, full of the longest days, the hottest days, the sunniest days. Every day I found myself in search of shade, shelter, and rest. Someone needs a snack, a nap, a hug. Summer is the season of my biggest output and when my biggest growth occurs. Except it doesn’t always feel like growth, most days it feels like chaos. Beautiful chaos. Sunscreen spattered, dirty feet, sticky popsicle faces, broken shovels, beautiful chaos. No wonder when you look at the ”seasons” of a woman’s life that summer directly corresponds with the season she is a mother. The period of time she is fertile and giving birth and nurturing souls and creating! What a magical whirlwind of a season it is.