For some reason summer just ended today. Why do they end things as great as summer? And yet other things seem never to end, like waiting in lines or cleaning up stuff.
We spent many days on the beach. Driving to the beach. Nathan driving us to the beach. Eating tacos on the way to the beach. We had different friends along the way, some regulars, some surprises. We had surfing, digging holes, dogs, swimming in freezing water, Frisbee, wetsuits. We ate many squishy fries on the way home.
We also got to see Bruce and see silent trees. And be somewhere else. We got to spend long days getting up late and staying up late. We didn't get to watch enough movies, or have enough conversations. Or rest enough. There's never enough of all the good things.
But the three kids, the 15, 14 and 9 year olds. I still get them everyday. That's some summer.
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