The kids and I are heading to Connecticut in late July, just like last year.
My last few days at work are super busy, when all I want to do is chat with mom and my sisters about who is coming and going when and where, just like last year.
I’m not planning to pack until it’s almost too late, I know we won’t need much, just like last year.
The kids are beside themselves with excitement about (finally) getting out of school and taking off almost immediately for one of their favorite places on earth, just like last year.
I can’t wait to be surrounded by my favorite people on earth, just like last year.
We’ll come together around an excruciating ritual, just like last year.
It will hurt us, it will heal us, it will slay us.
Just like last year.