I can already look back at it reminiscently. Fondly. Wistfully even. I scroll through the pictures that are physical proof of how the summer of 2014 was spent and think it was just as summer is supposed to be. Outside. With friends and family. On the water. Doing things we love.
"I love the river Mom." She said. "Me too." I said. "I'd swim in a lake over a swimming pool any day of the week." She said. "Me too." I said.
Good stuff happens on a bike trail. When you are hot and sweaty and breathing hard in the late June heat. Kids talk. And I really try to be present to listen.
I made things this summer. Most of them involved food. Or jokes.
And I crawled through caves. Not these caves, however, as this was a small trip Razor, our girls and their cousins took. Camping, rivers, water slides, caves and s'mores. Those girls will remember that trip for the rest of their lives.
I started teaching my oldest how to drive.
And I spent a few days in Oklahoma City teaching and sewing with friends. My favorite were the late night pow-wows with these two.
Snap. Flash. Boom.