I am sad that times have changed to the point that kids no longer go out and explore the world until the sun goes down or play with friends until the streetlights signal it's time to head home. Each time the girls ask to go out and play the initial panic of "where's the white van?" flashes into my mind. Grace wants to ride her bike to friends' houses and I feel the need to text those parents and ensure she arrived safely. Good parenting? Helicopter mother? Who knows. All I know is I am thankful that we live in a great neighborhood full of kids to play with, backed by great parents that we have a lot in common with. It has led to some great summer get-togethers and lots of memory makers for the girls. I am so glad the girls can grow up with memories of backyard flashlight tag, swimming with friends, riding bikes through the neighborhood and late night s'mores. Good "ole-fashioned" fun. Days spent with scraped knees, bug bites, dirty faces and tired bodies.
S'more snack before a night of s'more fun.
Mid afternoon snack for all the neighborhood before more shenanigans.
Popsicles by the pool.
Neighborhood pool party.
The cutest bike gang to hit the streets.
Only stopping long enough for a little lunch in the sun.
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