I’ll never get these summers back

 I’ll never get these summers back.

The tiny swimsuits. The squeals when the sprinkler hits. The way they still reach for my hand without thinking.

Their tan lines will fade. The toys scattered across the lawn will get packed away. The baby pool won’t always be enough.

But the memories those stay.

So I’m soaking in the chaos. The mess. The endless snacks and sunscreen battles.
Because one day, I’ll miss it.
One day, I’ll wish for just one more sticky popsicle kiss under the sun.

And I’ll be so glad I was here for all of it.