In some ways this is the most glorious summer ever. I am finally back home where the weather and the roads are as familiar to me as the birthmarks on my body. I have my little family around me and we are spending lots of time running in sprinklers and “washing” the car and running down hills in parks. Eating sweet farm corn and peaches and grilling hamburgers in the driveway next to our car. Seeing the familiar thunderstorms pass through after a hot and humid day, it’s all good.
In some ways, this is the most stressful summer ever, neither of us has jobs, we’ve moved into my parent’s house, Vincent is the littlest one and perhaps a tad emotionally sensitive and vunerable at his camp and Edda has plateaued on her communication and hand skills (and the potty training, don’t even ask me about it). And we keep missing the damn bus.
We went to Silver Spring’s downtown to get wet in their fountain.
Made chocolate sundaes.
Driving back home on the Beltway past the Mormon temple.