This is the summer that you play in the water sprinklers in the backyard.
That your bare feet will feel the soft grass as you run through the yard.
That your giggles and squeals of happy playtime echo through the air.
This is the summer that you make up funny games to play.
That the three of you huddle up and create a skit to perform.
That you see each other as allies and best friends.
This is the summer that you notice the beauty in the fading light of the day.
That you find frogs and snails and rollie-pollies in the dirt.
That you would rather be outside than in.
This is the summer that you are 8, 8 and 3.
That you are innocent and carefree.
This is the summer that you are fully who God created you to be.