18 summers

18 summers

We get 18 Summers before they move on.

I’ve been counting them for the last five years.

Our oldest graduates from High School this Friday. We had 18 summers.

18 summers

He has three more summers at home with us.


And our youngest has four more summers.

Sure, there will still be summers, I know that. But they change, and change is both wonderful, normal and also kind of heart wrenching.

the days are long but the years are short