[8/15/08 Edited to Add: I borked-up my blog and accidentally disappeared ALL comments – sorry, if I lost yours – because, I am A DORK!]
Having lived in New Jersey my whole life, I always imagined summer as a gift and one that should be unwrapped very, very, slowly.
Then, I grew up.
In my column over at the Imperfect Parent (I know, publishers Prescott and Jessica are being VERY generous) I talk a little about how our summers have taken on a kaleidoscopic effect that, more often than not, tends to leave me and the kids feeling a little, you know, dizzy.
Busy one minute, colorless the next and then there are those moments
– you know, the kid-friendly kind of spontaneous we parents have
learned to expect – that slowly begin to unfold and reveal their
beauty, which simply leave me wordless.
Yesterday, after spending waaaaaay too much time cleaning out the garage, I grabbed the camera and asked my youngest daughter (she’s 7) to join me for a little private time (because, it WAS her turn) as we both welcomed the Dog Days of Summer through a child’s eyes – in shades of yellow and orange.
