Work, wedding plan, sleep, eat. Sleep, wedding plan, eat, work.
In another week will I really remember that I did all my laundry last Tuesday, or that I checked off my whole "to-do" list? NOPE.
What I will remember is the first time my nephews and boyfriend's daughter had a lemonade stand. I'll remember them working diligently on perfecting their "FRESH SQUEEZED LEMONADE" sign, making sure to use the darkest Crayola crayon for the wording. Or that they squeezed each and every lemon in the pitcher. I will also remember the look in their eyes when their first customer walked up to buy some of their juice. Or that my nephew, Caiden thought it was "only fair" if we split the money four ways instead of three, so the little girl that lives across the street didn't feel left out.
It was a simple Saturday in August. My boyfriend turned on some music and played it out our front window. The neighbors were busy with weekend chores. People were walking their dogs. The kids started a lemonade stand. Eventually a water fight broke out.
I sat on the front steps of our house and took it all in. I had dirty laundry and dishes to do. But I could of cared less. All I wanted to do was relax, pretend I didn't have a care in the world, and feel like a kid again.
