When I was little, I thought the hum of the cicadas were mysterious little sirens in the trees. They still remind me of that. My kids even know how much I love them; some days they'll stop what they're doing and say, "Listen Mom, your favorite sound!"
But it never lasts long enough. The warm midnight breezes and staying up way too late; mourning doves and cardinals waking me before my alarm, and the cicada song serenading me while I walk.
Take it all in and save it up. These memories will come in handy in February.
What a long weekend for my goalieman. The team finally got a win in the 5th and final game of the tourney. At least he ended it on a high note.
If only the moon and stars were mine to give...
Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened. -T.S. Eliot
"Your eyes are shining, but oh so dim."
Last blossom from the hanging pot that I failed to water last week. Thank goodness I'm so much better at taking care of humans and animals □
"The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart."
-St. Jerome
His first ever lacrosse camp over-nighter and the day session got rained out. At least he still got to experience UW-Whitewater dorm life and dining hall shenanigans.
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