There's no recounting it, and photos only skim the surface, which is all for the best. There have been some incredibly painful days, when all future dreams felt dashed and nothing was holding us anymore. And there have been plenty of beautiful, lazy days and book reading and swimming and dreaming.
There were the terrifying twenty minutes when a child went missing during a starlit gathering, they stretched into eternity and drove in hard against the edges of my fear.
Sometimes that's just the way it needs to be. Just one crazy summer to help you figure it all out. One crazy-flipping-summer.