Summertime

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.

It's summertime.