I love summer at home.
I have a precious memory of eating a bowl of strawberry ice cream while sitting on the grass at my grandparent's house one random summer day. The sun was shining and I was blissfully happy and I remember it vividly. There was nothing else special about the day. Just a regular day, yet it was pure magic. I was probably five or six. I wonder what simple moments my children will keep with them. Do you remember how magical summer was as a child? Do you have a precious summer memory?