The coolness of kitchen tile under hot bare feet, languid limbs atop cotton sheets, water washing over sun kissed skin, and the clink of ice cubes in tall glasses of cold liquid refreshment. Summer has arrived. Scattered flip-flops and bathing suits scented with sun block, Popsicles on the front porch, sand finding its way throughout the house, water play and mud pies... Summer has arrived. Indeed.
It is as if my children grow more each day. Their skin rosy with camp adventures, and their burgeoning confidence of being on their own, yet part of a whole. They tumble into the car exhausted, yet gleeful, full of stories.
Everyone says to hold on to these times, to treasure my children now... that these days are all too fleeting. I try... I do. Yet, summer entices in its slow moving, hazy days. Hot tendrils putting us to sleep - only to awaken in September with the brush strokes of vibrant color and cooler days...
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and nothing says summer like snow cones!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteThe years you are in are just so much fun--exactly as you're describing.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reminding me it's not all about more laundry and activities and breaking up arguments and limiting TV time, and summer reading, and...I promise to try and enjoy more.
ReplyDeleteI'm really trying to enjoy this stage, and this summer, but I've been having a bit of trouble lately. We are going away to visit a friend of mine this weekend, so I'm hoping to come back refreshed and rejuvenated.
ReplyDeleteI feel the same way. You just write it better.
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