The last splash.
The new backpacks are hung on the mud room hooks where towels and wet swimsuits dripped and dried for months. In between washing clothes and packing lunches, I wedged open an hour for the boys and me to take the last swim of summer vacation.
Turning myself and them toward everything that insists we move on, I stopped for one, long look back, and knew that none of us will ever forget this summer.
—Kyran, 9:27 PM
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So lovely that you see those moments. And live them.
Just wait until you start sending them off to College!
I'm left feeling a bit melancholy. Endings and beginnings, always bitter-sweet.
We just returned from our last trip to the pool. Sigh...
It's amazing how a season can drag but fly...
Wonderful to build those childhood memories. :) I remember my parents doing much the same--making that effort so we could have that precious time!
Totally general comment. Love the site, love your writing.
Found you from Twitter. Guess the time I started spending on it since I got my iPhone has only been mostly a waste. So thank you for both good writing and assuaged guilt.
Keep it up. (Because I'm sure you needed my mostly anonymous encouragement to do so).
-Eric Sipple
This photo is so beautiful-it makes me feel the sadness of vacation's end.
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