It’s hard to believe that summer is almost gone. I can still taste the blackberries, feel the sun burning my neck.
This was a summer of firsts. Rowan ate his first lollipop. Then 3 and 4. Winslow got hit by a toy shopping cart for the first time. Then 3 or 4 more times. Bob and I took our first road trip with Rowan to Illinois. And lost 3 or 4 days sleep.
We saw Mount Rushmore for the first time. And the Corn Palace. And the inside of some skeazy motels.
We drank coffee. And ate donuts. And drank more coffee.
We made blackberry jam. And hearty bread. And dried-out cinnamon rolls.
We played in parks. And we played in pools. And we played in oceans.
And we soaked in the sunblock-smelling, blackberry tasting, sultry hot and delightfully long days of summer.
And now we long for more.