Over a tall glass of home made sweet tea the other day, I was watching my ssons play in the backyard with humongously bursting smiles and thought back to when I was a kid and how amazing summer is. From fire flies to thunderstorms, summer has always been a dreamy time of year. The birds were singing and the sun was setting and I thought how beautiful life is.
Hold Fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly. - Langston Hughes