Summer

Our days are fat with laughter and UNO and happiness and fun.
The sun rises and my little birdies sleep late(r).
Leisurely mornings of TV and cuddles followed by a late breakfast.
A light lunch and then naps for the littles.
And reading time for the bigs.

We plan play dates and we swim and make icees.
We color and craft and bake.
We talk about fun things we’d like to do.
We dream.  We play.

Our days are full, full, full…
But generally full of nothing.
Many days we never get out of pjs.
Some days (ok…most days) pool time counts as bath time.
And dinner is sometimes nothing but brownies and popcorn.

We break the “rules”
Or make our own.

Often the sun sinks behind the horizon long before bed.
But playing with friends or having family fun is more important right now than bed time.
There’s plenty of time to sleep, I tell myself.
When they are older, I will sleep.
(I hope.)

But with all the doing and laughing and playing, and staying up late…
I’ve lost my “me” time.
By the day’s end, I am exhausted.
Too tired to write.
Too tired to edit pictures.
(Or even download them onto my computer.)

I’ve said before that I write so that I will remember.
And that I take pictures so that I will remember.
But sometimes there is nothing better than good old fashion memory.
The kind that snuggles into the deepest parts of your mind
and comes sneaking up years later…
one detail at a time, one flicker of a moment
that cascades into a ripe, wonderful story that you’d completely forgotten.

And so I’m not writing as much or taking as many pictures,
But it’s good.
It’s all good.
We’re making memories.
Beautiful, happy, forever memories.
Ahhhh…

(I just wish it weren’t so dang hot!)