Be the one who goes under because you know wet hair is a small price to pay for rapturous giggles.
Be the one who looks for snakes under rocks and flings your bathing-suit-clad self on the Slip ‘N Slide and hopes for survival because you are making memories.
Dear Mama: This Summer, Be the One
Be the one who knows some of the best afternoons are filled [with] scraps of paper, dabs of glue, sprinkled glitter, and a kind heart because those are the ones you will tuck away so as to remember.
Be the one who eats fried chicken splayed in the grass because there is time enough for proper manners and sitting in chairs.
Be the one who jumps on the trampoline until you pee in your pants because you remember that those you jump with are the whole reason you sacrificed your bladder.
Be the one who builds castles and goes to the zoo because you shall remember those small hands clutching lettuce for a precocious giraffe.
Be the one who ignores the laundry on a Sunday afternoon, closes the blinds, and helps build a pallet for movie watching because the feeling of those feet and hands encountering your person will be a weight you never regret.
