These are the days I’ll remember.
The days with fluffy clouds and a soft breeze.
Dinners on the patio as fall swiftly approaches.
You with your toothless grin, still not ready to show us those top front teeth.
The days of laughter and grilled food.
Days of you growing more independent, and even more fun.
You, not letting us smother you with kisses, but us always trying.
These are the days I’ll remember.
The ones with only each other, on the patio, as the sun fades behind us.