poet e.e. cummings said...."for all, yes for all sweet things are until..."The girls were here for their last summer overnight visit and we tried to pack everything into two days. We almost made it. The beach, the swings, ice cream, string art, a brand new discovery that we actually fit through the sun roof on the car, the doll house is the first and last thing played with, stories on laps, popsicles, we flew kites, had a bubble bath, went to St. Joe for a carousel ride, lunch with Grandpa, and bought some books.
Over this summer we also picked strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, cherries, and peaches. We climbed ladders on playgrounds and trees. Stayed up very late for fireworks, and built castles with sand and legos and tablecloths. We pretended we were dragons and snakes and babies. We learned so many new words we can say anything we want. We grew inches. We sang songs. We cuddled under blankets and watched Toy Story 3 too many times to count.
As they drove away they were crying and as I walked into this big empty house, I did, too.
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