The Days Gone By
I am feeling sentimental today. Here's why: fall has come and the summer hours have passed into the category of days gone by. I love summer and it is my favorite season, hands down. When you see something you love fading into oblivion, it is only right to have a little time of mourning. The cricket singing outside my kitchen window agrees with me. There will never be another summer when Parker is only one year old. He is at such a busy, curious stage and he loves marching around in his rubber boots. He has two pairs, so sometimes he marches around in green froggy boots and sometimes in yellow fireman boots. By next summer he may not fit either pair. There will never be another summer when Gavin turns 4 years old and starts off to Sunday-school for the first time with such shining eyes. Or when he learns the joys of riding a two-wheeler without training wheels. There will never be another summer when Elasa is working so hard through both the thrill and struggle of learni...