Were did the time go?
He is definitely not a little boy anymore.
So grown up.
So like his daddy.
Yet, also like me.
Continuing on from yesterdays post about my summer memories here now a quote about summer…
(An excerpt from the poem Summer Song by Alice Anne Gordon)
I love summer even living in Florida. We have summer weather pretty much all year long.
But the summer season is still special to me.
No set schedule.
No drop off or pick up times, except for camp.
More carefree living.
Evening bike rides.
Gorgonzola salad with steak.
A hot, sandy beach.
Waves coming ashore.
Seagulls screeching over-head.
A pelican in flight.