“I wish it were Summer every day” Lauren told me last week. “That way our Summer would never come to an end.”
And that, my dear girl, is exactly why Summer should come to an end. Nothing is special unless it’s sacred. A weekend isn’t indulgent unless it’s well-earned. And so, too, with this perfect string of weeks that separates Memorial Day and Labor Day. Days that bleed into each other, leading me to ask on repeat – “is today Friday?”
Rodney was traveling last week, so we did what we do on most days, which is make things up as we go. It was our last full week at the lake.