If you glanced through my summer photos and didn’t know the backstory (how often do we do that on social media?), then you would be forgiven for thinking we had an idyllic summer.
Over the summer we went camping, caravanning, to a music festival, had sleepovers, picnics, BBQs, takeaway pizza in the park on super hot evenings, cooled off at splash pads, in the paddling pool, at outdoor pools, went on beach trips, did crabbing, ate fish & chips, visited amusement arcades and ice-cream parlours, enjoyed the heatwave, almost saw the blood moon, flew kites, toasted marshmallows, spent all day long in playgrounds, took the train into London, lay on the grass under trees, walked through lavender fields, fed ducks, rowed a boat, visited museums and stately homes, went to kids disco, climbed trees, collected bugs, had movie nights, went to the zoo, walked dogs, went on a plane for the first time, visited Spain, ate tapas, lost teeth, chalked on the patio, hung out with friends and family 24/7 … and barely spent any time just the three of us. No time to reflect, no time to think about the huge gap in our lives, no time to worry about the future.
I had been dreading the school break and the worst scenario was days and days of no plans. We said yes to every invite to go away and do things. I wanted to keep busy to help us forget the pain at home and I purposely avoided any places we had been in the last couple of years as a family of four.
In many ways it has been an amazing summer. But our hearts are fragile behind the smiles. I think I’ll remember it for the kindness of friends and family who scooped us up, welcomed us into their homes, holidayed with us, looked after us and kept us busy and feeling loved.
The summer when we tried to forget our broken hearts but one we will remember <3