As they joked and laughed and squealed from their squished, seatbelt-less positions in the back of the van, all I could think was that this is something they'll remember. A late night trip to the pool with pals on a super hot summer night. I even, probably ridiculously, imagine them as teenagers or young adults sitting around a bonfire or something reminiscing about it. (I know, I'm probably getting ahead of myself here.) But I mean, we've lived here for 5 years already and they used to look like this:
And now they look like this:
Time is flying. Give them memories. Say yes.