As we swam and splashed in a local lake on an 86 degree day two weekends ago, the only evidences this may be our very last chance to do such things were the leaves around us--firey and warm. Like the sun.
Our little fish--who is scooping and kicking her way to actually swimming in her lessons at the YMCA. Scoop. Kick. Scoop. Kick.
Last picture with Daddy before the exodus.
The table Belle helped decorate for our last daddy-dinner.
Belle and the Ain't.