I took the kids outside one night that summer. Spread out a blanket in the yard, a huge fuzzy one from the Buckley flea market. In the dark night. A blanket I had picked out after 7 years of not picking it out. It was the kind of thing my mother would have bought.
Beautiful! You always have a way of putting the reader right there! Bravo.
Thank you, Barb!! <3 Will never forget this night!!