My children - more than the sum of their parts. Love you, babies.
Summers when I was a child consisted of Books (obviously!), Berries, Bikes, Bugs and Board Games. We often played for pennies--uncles, aunts and cousins all vying to win the pot--but there was always ice cream. Always. It came in a huge container brought by the Schwann man. And occasionally I got to pick the flavor.
Word for next week: Bitter