Ah, memories. I took my son to football practice this evening. It was a great night, so I popped open the tailgate and watched from the back of the SUV. I was sitting there quietly enjoying the sight of Tim in his football gear. He looked older than his 10 years, and he didn't mess around when tackling his opponent. Then something gritty was irritating my leg. What could it be? I looked, and a smile crept upon my face. Sand. Gulf Shores, AL sand, still in my car despite all my efforts to vacuum it out. And for a brief moment, I was back on that shore, the breeze on my face, my toes curling into the sand, the water crashing onto my legs. Bliss.
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I love when things like that can transport you to another time. Smells do that for me a lot!
With all the craziness in our work lives right now, don't you wish it was summer again????
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