Take time to catch the fireflies

Dinner is over and it’s time for cleanup. Piling dishes into the sink, I pause to stare out the kitchen window and dream of the carefree summer days of my childhood. My family spent evenings shooting basketball in the driveway until the night grew too dark to see the hoop. We played softball in the fields, sweating and swatting bugs between pitches, just having a little summer fun.

While thinking back on many picnic memories with my large family eating corn on the cob under an old tree, I’m interrupted by a little voice, “Can we, Mommy?”