Endless outdoor days have kissed your skin a sweet summer brown, soft and warm in the sunlight as you gaze across the water. I hear my own dad's voice calling me brown as a berry after my month long exploits in our summers before sunscreen, and I see my childhood in your golden skin. Endless hours running free, swimming, playing, riding bikes... roaming with friends from dawn 'til dusk. You've had another glorious summer, a child's joy mixed with flashes of the young man you're becoming, but for now I watch my sweet boy out on the water. Brown as a berry, just like his mama. - ljh 8/20/16
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