Dreaming...

...of ice cream running down chubby fingers, of barefoot walks in the damp grass at dusk, of fresh vegetables from the garden, and quiet walks in our neighborhood before bed.  Dreaming of my tan little surfer boy taking a nap in our bed after an afternoon at the pool, and a sweet baby girl in a sundress laying on a patchwork quilt at the park.  Dreaming of my first grilled burger on the deck, the sunshine on my face, and the smell of fresh bedding hung on the line. 

Today, I am dreaming of sweet summertime.