I don't care what the calendar says the first day of summer is. The first day of summer is when the fire flies come out, and today is the day. I went outside to close up the van and sure enough I saw little lights floating through the air. I remember living in IL as a young child catching fire flies. It was always fun, happy times and nothing brings a smile quicker then to see them flying around. Happy summer days!
January and February
11 years ago
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Rebecca Boss you are one of the most amazing people I know. I just spent the last few hours reading through your blog. I laughed, I cried, I remembered what a wonderful friend you are/were and I miss you.
When writing about Hannah's baptism you took the words out of my heart. I wonder if every mother feels that way when their child takes that first amazing step to follow their Savior. Happy in their choices, but not wanting to let them go.
I love how you always notice the beauty of the world around you and the small joys...like fire flies. Love you tonz!!
Kim Braman
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