On Labor Day I threw
Annaka into our fat blue floppy pool one last time this season. Wade trimmed
the bushes and did okay, and Ellyana finally got her mom to admit Santa isn’t
real. It was a big day of growing up, and as the water slowly drained out of
our “quarantine purchase,” I couldn’t help but feel a little sad.
Another summer’s almost gone.
Fading like daylight.
But that just means fall is near, right?
It just means Ellyana has graduated to “Santa’s helper,” which is also fun. If Wade can trim the bushes without cutting off a finger, it probably means he can start cleaning toilets, too. Annaka, I figure, will still be light enough to throw in the water next year, as long as I don’t wreck my back.
Regardless, cool weather approaches, and soon the grass won’t need mowed.
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