Lucas wants the peace of childhood summers. I want that long, lazy feeling of endless possibility. I think it's pretty much the same thing: hot sun, occasional breezes, skinned knees - and enough time to enjoy the day until sunset.
The girls have sandal tans, sun-kissed hair, sticky hands and dirt beneath their fingernails. We've licked waffle cones on the pier, jumped into the cold, cold, ocean water, and laid a picnic blanket in the grass to enjoy a barbecue at dusk. All in this past week.
Last night, we hiked to the cross on the trail behind our home and watched fireworks from the top of the hillside.