Watching you glide up on the wake board for your first time. Seeing you sliding across that water, the sun at your back, so little in the big ole' harbor.
I wanna remember the big gap in your teeth. Amazing how so much nothing gives you so many somethings. Grins and whistles and cool new ways to drink your juice.
Drinking cokes and road trips. Hundreds of miles driven to visit, lay eyes on people and hold on to places.
Tough long goodbyes to spots you thought would never leave you. And good friends who help you through it.
Watching you turn cartwheels - sucking your tummy up tight. Hearing your manners and feeling so proud that you are mine. My boy. My girl.
What a gift this summer has been. The chance to see you, watch you, be with you. It has been my pleasure and my joy every day, every hour.