Even though we are days away from the actual start of the season of Summer, our little family has been partaking in the seasons joys: scooter rides up and down the driveway, splashing in the pool in the backyard, hanging our laundry outside on the line to dry, and dinners made on the grill instead of the oven. Brayden and Gage are in a place in their lives that I wish I could bottle, just to have that twinkle of excitement in their eyes up on a shelf, mine to keep forever. I want to remember every peal of laughter, every bright smile, and every sweet moment.
But I often ask myself:
Would the summer be so sweet if the winter weren't so bitter?
And, would the bitter winter be so bearable if the summer's promise weren't so sweet?