Counting while the three brothers hide, in a game of flashlight tag. Martha’s Vineyard, August 2012. As I watched the six of them scamper around in the darkness, faces sticky from smores, my eyes smarted with tears. These are the days they will remember. This is what childhood summers should be.
Yes! These ARE what childhood summers should be. I am so grateful for my own untethered summers, and I hope I can provide the same for Abra.
seriously on my mind and heart…these are the moments. and painfully, questioning if what I am doing/how I am being is enough. the weight is excruciating, and the joy immeasurable. thank you, lindsey.
My eyes smart with tears just looking at this picture and reading your text…such sweetness and pureness in the freedom of a happy childhood!!
Love the photo! Enjoy!
I’ve had a few of those teary moments myself this summer…I don’t know what it is. The passage of time sometimes stings.
My girls played flashlight tag this weekend and it left me without words. There went my little fireflies, flickering through the night.