the good ole summertime...

hot days
hot nights
bright moon
sun
tan lines
strappy sandals
rest
steaks on the grill
baseball games
travel
re-juvenation
lazy mornings
no blowdrying
melonballs
boat
lake
cotton candy
tomato hopes
shooting stars
I wish I'd have thought to remember those things as I said my prayers last night. I don't think it was because summer is almost over for me, that I cried. Maybe it is, oh, I dunno.
Caught me off guard.