the summer of

it was the summer ezra learned to ride his bike. the summer of the daisy, the strawberry, the raspberry. the popsicle, the sno-cone, the cherry-dipped ice cream cone. the summer of epic train trips and legendary downtown fountains. of heated games of croquet and kickball, of leaps over lawn sprinklers and lightning bugs in glass jars. it was the summer of the broken hammock, the broken hearted, the almost yard sale. of day camp and sleep away camp, of endless sleepovers and BFFs. the summer of turquoise nail polish, neon anything and mustaches on everything. the summer ava and I took our first big trip together, the summer we walked across the golden gate bridge. the summer of eight, the summer of twelve. the last summer I spent with my mom, the summer of goodbye. 

it was the summer of love.