Our Summer

Early mornings. Sand, everywhere.  The mix of salt and sunscreen on our skin, the smell of frangipani. Light dancing amongst the waves, and heavy dew drops rolling down the blades of grass, illuminated by the rising sun. Sand castles, shells and pebbles. Sticky, hot air, mozzies, and all shades of green.

And the pure joy in my baby’s eyes.

This is our summer.