This year, summer smells like strawberries and baby sunscreen. It feels like the wind in my hair when I bike, pulling you in the trailer behind me with my skirt dancing - some moments, precariously. It feels like dirt under my fingernails while playing in my garden, and like your warm body snuggled to mine when we nurse in the big chair. It looks green, and fresh, and sun-dappled and it tastes juicy and ripe; strawberry juice running down your chin. It sounds like birds in the backyard, trains blowing through, and baby giggles.
It is the best summer.
xoxo
Mama
