Monday, June 7, 2010
Summers go fast. I love them. And I know now, more than ever, that you only get so many with your children, and then their summers are all their own. They don't share them with you anymore one day.
My single most strongest memory of childhood is waking up one morning, hearing the birds chirping and feeling my chest almost burst with anticipation. Anticipation for...nothing more than an entire day. MY day to do whatever I wanted with.
I still feel the same.
It's going to be fun.