all Betz are off

First day of school in Grandview Heights - twelfth grade, ninth grade and sixth grade!

still an annual test of my stoicism, heightened by this last first.

And still, very few things are out of their grasp.

annual RiverFam

The RiverFam text thread is year round full of invitations: moms to the movies, kids to play putt putt, big boys to babysit, always ripe with birthday greetings and bourbon discoveries and Glen Powell memes. Once a year the conversation happens in real time, over a weekend on the Ohio River, and the texts traded are mostly photos of kids learning to ski, parents tending to not-their own children and talent show preparations. It feels fortunate to claim each other as family and to watch everyone grow in the process.

While we were at the river, Tucker was further south, visiting a friend and touring UNC and Duke!

and so much more

grilled meat and fireflies and nightcaps and bicycle rides
band camp and mini golf and sunsets and thunderstorms

frisbees and sidewalk chalk and tan lines and dirty toes

Juneberry juice and Justice camp and little league and guitar music

borrowed puppies and birthday parties and lake days and ice cream cones