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“It goes by fast,” the elderly lady smiles. Her eyes glint with delight as she observes my three children treating my body as their personal playground. I’ve heard a thousand versions of this from well meaning strangers--their word
// Recipe for a Summer Morning // Start with a large helping of water straight from the hose. Toss in toys and splash freely. Stir in silliness and spontaneity, a pinch of pretend, and a dash of delight. Serve in a pool, water table, or sprinkler. B
“Over the last few months, I’ve started picking up my camera more intentionally with my own kids. Not just for the ‘big’ moments like birthdays and holidays, but for the little pockets of time when we’re out together. Ad
We don’t fry eggs on sidewalks— That’s pasture-raised robbery. Instead, we fry our thighs on leather seats, probably. We sprint to start the car, keys flying, shorts yanked low— ’cause nothing says summer like third-deg