this day.

this was a wear-holes-in-jean-bottoms day.

a come-home-missing-your-socks day.

an i-can't-remember-what-was-so-funny-but-we-laughed-alot day.

there were you-look-just-like-my-daughter moments.

and i-could-watch-you-play-forever moments.

there-wasn't-a-single-fight-in-the-back-seat-of-the-car.

(that's one for the history books.)

here we are. in the season of you-might-actually-remember-this-day.

or you-might-actually-remember-some-small-detail-of-this-day.

you might remember the way the park paths wove below you.

you might remember the feel of wet socks and slippery shoes while trying to climb.

you might remember overcoming some fear.

or you might remember facing a fear and walking away a bit defeated.

you probably won't remember a lot about the book, but when you read it again as an adult it will set your mind grabbing at some day.

this-day.