July Drew

We sat at the breakfast table after Drew finished his Breakfast burrito, and his eight pancakes (Eight!) we started to talk about how amazing July is. 

When Mason said “lets get out there! Lets not waste it!”.  All of us stood up from the table to go onward and do summer right, not waste a second of July. 

The MacKay pool we all agreed was Perfect, it was built in the 60s, is surrounded by red trumpet vines, and has Sandlot written all over it. 

With a diving board, old blue lockers, bathroom, a mini, very mini kitchen. 

We had the place all to ourselves, hidden away from the world.

We stayed in the pool, playing Olympics, Courage, Trust fall, Tsunami, whirlpool, Little Mermaid, underwater singing and George Washington.

In the pool from 1 to 9, eight hours of swimming, with short breaks for Pizza, Cake and Watermelon. 

(With a hot tub patio soak after.) I thought my little wrinkly fingers would never recover. But as we all curled up in the massive sectional to watch Run Away Bride in with our wet hair, sore eyes and Chinese take-out, the magic of summer nights carried us to sleep. 

 

No pictured: Erica, Frankie, Mason, Alexis, Brydon. 

July never felt so good.