Last week the boys and I celebrated one of their favorite days of summer...the opening of "The Market". We have a little farmer's market two blocks from our house, at the edge of our neighborhood. Most of the produce comes from fields at the end of our street or nearby, and it is a delicious treat to walk or bike down between July and October and pick out fresh produce for dinner. Though neither of the boys is particularly fond of vegetables, they are both completely enamored with the market. Maybe it's the suckers they get every time we're there, maybe it's the fact that they can walk down and pick out their own groceries, and maybe it's just the fact that it's summer, but the market is magical.
Actually, this summer seems pretty magical all the way around. In just the last week, we've hit the park twice, played with friends in the fountains, gone swimming, had a big family BBQ hosted by my sister and her new husband - not to mention Kirby putting together a 70-piece puzzle by himself in about 20 minutes (sorry, couldn't resist slipping in a little shameless bragging). As I watched the boys running ahead of me to the market, I felt a pang of sadness and dread about going back to school in the fall. I couldn't help feeling like I'll be missing out on a lot when I eventually go back to work...then I realized that this is why I'm going to be a teacher...so that I can have time like this with the boys every summer. Oh, the years seem to stretch ahead with endless possibilities! I just hope they don't fly by as quickly as each summer seems to.
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