Martin’s eyes squinch up when he smiles so that they nearly disappear; mine do the same thing. I must have taken a dozen shots of them from one side and the other and I couldn’t get any of him with his eyes open and smiling simultaneously. This is the summer when Martin suddenly shot up and caught up to me in height; he’ll have passed me before the equinox. This is the summer when my feet became the smallest in the family. The summer when Martin’s voice dropped an octave and Karin started putting her hair up with barrettes and ponytails. The summer before I become the actual mother of a teenager; even though I’ve had some practice as Karin has been in training since she was born but she still has a couple of years to go.
Awesome games: Full Moon, Me & the Key, Duck! Think outside the flock