“All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.” ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams
When every day of summer lasts a million years (this is how it feels anyway) I find myself forgetting that I only really get a handful of summers with my kids. What I mean of course, is a handful of summers when they are still mine. Before they’re begging to go over to friend’s houses and to summer camp and into the future without a backward glance. It isn’t my wish to keep them little forever- little kids are an incredible amount of work. But I do love the innocence. I love the soft cheeks, the concept that mom and dad can make everything alright, and the way they sleep without anything weighing them down.
These are a few pictures of our summer so far- a blur of manic energy contained in a few photos.