Chicago summer is a lovely wonderful thing. Big deal in fact, so much that songs have raved about it. But before The beauty of summer, we go through this rough period of weather that tests us, our patience mostly. By late spring we are so tired of empty trees and brown areas just nearly on the brink of blooming. That waiting period reminds me of the end of pregnancy. The stress of change paired with the contentment of new things to come. It reminds me that beautiful things take time. Whatever happens in the chemistry of us to prepare us to become parents is well worth it. By the time that baby arrives, no matter what the season it is it feels like sunshine has finally arrived. We see everything differently, we are different. Changes are constant, the seasons come and go and the photographs always remain.
