summer's end

We relished the season of later nights and slower mornings, of bare feet and water balloon fights.
We counted crawdads and gathered around campfires, snuck extra scoops of ice cream and took advantage of long stretches of time to do exactly as we pleased.
The boys are reacclimating to shirts and shoes, and to bedtimes. Tuck's brown summer skin will fade and Tol's interminably wrinkly toes will dry out. We're hoping to hang on to some of the best parts of summer though, holding hands around the neighborhood and napping in the hammock and never too much hustle.