Twelve-year-old Jared rode down the street on his bike as I walked briskly through the neighborhood. He waved and smiled, speeding past me in a flash. I waved back and smiled. As I continued walking, my mind wandered back to August, only a few months earlier.
It was Pizza Thursday (a Cooper Family tradition which, basically, involves eating pizza with our family each and every Thursday for the last twenty-two years. We’re fancy that way.)
On this particular Pizza Thursday, the kids, who were five-years-old and seven-years-old at the time, successfully convinced my husband, Jon, and me to linger at the pool and order pizza pool-side.
Ordering pizza pool-side is the ultimate treat for the young Cooper kids. And it is normally out of the question on a school night, since I prefer my kids to be able to function at o-dark-thirty, when I wake them up for school.
But this evening, we threw caution to the wind, and succumbed to their plea. We relaxed and enjoyed, what would turn out to be, our last evening at the pool that summer. Until…
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