the most beautiful lights of all

Today I was reminded of a joke my dad told me this past Christmas: the most beautiful holiday lights for any grandparent, he told me, are the tail lights heading down the driveway. 


This morning my two boys started day camp.



My dad’s right– that is a beautiful sight.


My boys take a bus to school every day during the school year, but it’s a city bus, and I take it with them. So to have two of my children picked up at my doorstep at 9:00 a.m, and dropped off at 4:15, is kind of unthinkably wonderful. That’s an hour longer than SCHOOL, for heaven’s sake. 


And to top it all off, Maggie has been asleep for two and a half hours. 
Summertime, and the livin’ is easy.


(Soon enough, yes, I shall have to eat those words. Can’t wait to find out why.)