June 11

Ah, the first day of summer vacation. (Well, sort of. I usually say that the first *weekday* after the last day of school is the *actual* first day, but eh, it works.) We went through our usual weekend routine, which of course involved our trek around the neighborhood.

A popsicle, some sunshine, and some good banter with my one and only girl. All are ingredients that help to cook up a very good life, if you ask me. And all are things for which I'm thankful.