Summer Afternoon.

"Summer afternoon-summer afternoon; to me these have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language." - Henry James

Summer isn't my favorite season, but I'll agree that the word summer + the word afternoon rouse some pretty terrific feelings. It feels, warm, happy, fun and easy. Easy, like Sunday morning, those Commodores were brilliant.

Emily loved her volleyball camp last week. Her coaches asked the girls to bring a photo of someone who inspires them; she picked my Mom. Sweet.

I have five little people this morning, Emily [for the first time] had a friend sleep over last night. I'm relieved to find them awake and not in sugar induced comas since the birthday party we took them to yesterday set a record for the most candy + cake distributed and consumed - ever! They're getting ready for a morning swim and I think I'll go too. It'll be my first morning swim; so far with the pool, I've been a late afternoon or nightswimmer. R.E.M. had it goin' on too, I might have to revisit that one, sweetness may follow.

Hi Mom, me and my tribe of small people are coming to see you this week so call me and tell me what days you want us up.