Wishing that the summer would never end. It stays light out ’til 8:30 and we go down to the river after supper to look for spider holes and crazy ants. The kids take a break from shooting space aliens in cyberspace and revert to cave children happily throwing dirt clods into the murky water. Bob stops talking geek and I shake off the downtown commuter blues.

In less than a month we will trade this for nights full of mandatory reading and math problems. We will fight about getting homework done before bath time. We will fight over TV and bedtime. We will cram gymnastics and flag football in between spasms of work. We will fight.

Savoring these last few days of long sunlight and lazy evenings. Pretending to be prepared for the onslaught of fall. But this time, I’m not ready for the change of seasons. I don’t yet want to be.