How do I appropriately sum up all that this summer was to me? The time I had with Pink and Tink? The time with Boy?
Poetry perhaps...
I pulled back the covers from your sleepy eyes and laid my eyes on a tangled mess of blonde delight...
Mommy is home for the summer...
gloriously drowning in...nap time...pool time...library time...
slathering sunscreen...
donning bikinis...
eating mass quantities of Cheez-its...
reading books...your tiny bodies still fitting in the crook of my arm....thankfully...
Hannah Montana...
Scooby-Doo...
EZ bake oven...
locusts and crickets and summer growing warmer in front of us...
slides and big girl swings...
Lady Antebellum and Tim McGraw...
Coppertoned bums...
Pink! You learned to swim!
Tink! Remember how we marveled at the moon...in the daytime?
Daddy picked you up for Myrtle Beach and Mommy....
got a hot pink mani-pedi...
Mexico looms...
there you are Boy...
side by side in row 19...
the east coast dissolves behind us...
the bellhop opens 534...
paradise revealed...
romance and room service...
pina coladas and pool bar Juan...
Cleveland Tommy...
my legs artfully wrapped around your waist...
floating in silence...
effortless certainty that you are the love of my life...
dinner and dancing and drinks and gut busting laughter...
Secrets Idol...
freckles...
oceans away from the rest of the world...
Riviera Maya
