I love summer.
I love their little tan lines, their brown skin.
I love seeing Leo frolic in the lake, shaking off and getting me all wet.
I love the layer of sand on their skin, the sand on their flip-flops, the grains on their chin, the beach trying to seep in and succeeding.
I love watching them find treasures, rocks or feathers or little acorns which have fallen from the towering oaks above.
I love their bleached hair, blonde and changed from the sun.
I love seeing her make fairy boats out of leaves and sending them off into the water.
I love the golden light, how it shines differently, reflecting and bending and surrounding everything with it’s warm rays.
I love their dirty feet, the evidence of running in the sand and the grass, the evidence of play.
I love the sound of the tiny waves hitting the beach.
I love watching the wind in their hair as they run, as they pretend, as he speeds up the boat.
I love their looks of concentration as they try to skip rocks or make culinary creations with sand.
I love seeing their hand prints, their foot prints, their marks on the earth.
I love seeing my kids walk down that dock and jump onto the boat.
I love summer and wish it didn’t have to end.