Goodbye Sweet Summer
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| It was a summer full of "the little things": |
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| Lots and lots and lots (and lots) of mommy daughter cooking while Andy enjoyed all the tasting |
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| Being patient and waiting... French Press Coffee each morning |
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| Already sweaty so why not sweat some more and grill out routinely |
And Finally....
"Because before long, you’ll be walking down the aisle with your graduating class. Cap and gown, and that wide smile of yours. I’ll sit in my seat as I choke up a bit, and a few tears will roll down my cheeks. Tears for the good times? Or tears of regret?
Tears for making the most of every moment I had with you—every summer I savored?
Or tears of remorse for knowing that I could have done better—could have been more present in what we had, for only a time?
So I know what I must do. I must make every single summer count. All eighteen of them, because it’s not a lot."
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| Summer Savored |
