As I've abandoned any sort of regular record keeping of our life in the recent year or more (one of the best years of our lives yet, to be sure, so very worthy of being written about) a tiny panic sets in that if I don't write down the good stuff, the little things, will it be remembered? Will they think back to this summer that they picked pints and pints of blackberries in our yard each day? This morning as I poured batter onto a hot griddle and watched them excitedly forage for the fresh fruit we'd add to our breakfast? Our grilled dinners around the table and then eating homemade milkshakes while watching Dr. Who all piled together in the bedroom? Will I remember? I will now.
The summer we didn't go anywhere but lived in a beautiful place and did so many things even if we never left our home.