As summer winds down, I feel like this is going to be one that I remember well.
I think I did it right this year. I traveled a little, but mostly stayed put. Rested and worked. Entertained and accepted invitations. Careful not to wish it away too fast, and savoring the parts that are just here for now. Along the way I've amassed a list of moments that have lingered and demanded to be remembered. They made the summer what it was and I'm grateful for them.
My nephew sitting on my lap, his perfect blonde curls tickling my chin.
The railing digging into my forearms as I watch a fireworks show.
Taking an afternoon off of work and swimming lap after lap, having the whole pool to myself.
Giving the happiest, sweatiest tourists directions outside the National Gallery.
Watching The Intern with my parents and silently weeping.
The absolute delight at preparing my first ever steak and not failing at it.
Finishing a book late at night and waking up early to start the sequel because I just couldn't wait.
The sounds of the neighborhood in the morning as the walkers take advantage of the early light.
The crunch of puff pastry on the top of a chicken pot pie.
A mess of tan lines on my right shin where I inexplicably forgot my sunscreen in the weirdest pattern.
Peaches and cream for dessert.
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