The best parts of life always remind me of my Grandparents.
I was in my backyard earlier this evening after a dinner made almost entirely out of yellow squash. Everything was wet because the boys were playing in the sprinkler. The cicadas, frogs and crickets were loud as hell and the air was sticky with humidity. I was slicing watermelon to dole out to the little guys, River was particularly excited. I looked around to see where James was and for a second i was a little girl again. Sitting on the back porch of my Mimi and Papa's house, after the rain having watermelon with my family in the sticky humid air, listening to the bugs..
I used to think those were the best days of my entire life.. and they were, until now.
