Summer means sneaking off with the man of your dreams to the tiniest hole in the wall for an afternoon date over a bowl of soup.
Summer also means that the days all start to blend together and stretch out long and lazy.
I was afraid that if I waited any longer to post again that I might just stop forever. The pictures have been piling up, the adventures accumulating and of course time slows down for no one, not even a busy mother.
Summer means duck tape.
And melting popsicles in sidewalk cracks.
Summer means swim suits and bare feet.
And my baby girl celebrating another year.
Summer means growing pains.
And sitting on the stoop.
Summer means splashing.
Remember when you were a kid and summer stretched on forever?
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