An ode to summer

My baby days. My favourite days. Endless summer days that are so fleeting. It's mid February and the air is still thick and warm in the late afternoons. We go for walk with Chessie this evening, with you babes wrapped tightly against our bodies. You dozed off to the rhythm of our feet on the pavement, the constant buzz of traffic making its way home. Another world. Another life. We walked a few blocks of our tree-lined neighborhood. Leaves still heavy with the greenness of summer. We passed ramshackled houses in need of attention with overgrown front gardens and dusty cars on crumbling driveways. Burglar bars cutting through picture perfect scenes of suburban bliss. Neat pavements and high walls. Other walkers with dogs in tow. Runners and domestic workers gathering on street corners, waiting to make their way home. Ripe smells in the air. Four chubby legs swinging back and forth. Four little palms pressed around the side of chests. The warm wetness of body heat as our breathing echoes yours. Passersby smiling at us as they notice two babies. Two babies! Oh my heart will never take this fact lightly.