When Summer was approaching my husband and I discussed what we remember about our days of Summer. What did we still remember from decades prior? What would Twila enjoy? What memory-building days did we want to offer her? So there were camps, play-dates, too-much-tv days, a couple vacations...it was PACKED. For her it didn't seem too packed... full of fun however, yes. For me? I am exhausted. But at the end of it all I look back to that conversation I had with Doug and feel like the last couple of months achieved what we had hoped for. Like in this photo above, there were moments here and there that seemed to stop... I could witness a memory actually happening.... I guess it's not surprising but for me to be able to witness these free moments of childhood and remember...to remember my own moments when I ran just to run, when I pretended and that imagined moment was real. She makes it easy to join these moments and I feel lucky to have felt that feeling of Summer once again. You can't see me here but I was the dragon that chased these two birds through a prehistoric land at sunset.