At the end of school last year,
I decided to start a tradition of having root beer floats on the last day of school.
The boys were looking forward to it with great anticipation this year,
and when Talmage burst through the door after school last Friday,
he asked if he could invite a neighbor boy over to share in the fun.
And so four little boys sat together on the porch swing outside, sipping root beer floats (or just root beer, in Wesley's case), enjoying one another and frothy bubbles and frosty glasses and creamy ice cream.
I think it was the perfect welcome to Summer.