It's messy, muddy, grimy. It's all boy.
Our summer is in our backyard. We spend a lot of time back there. It's not perfect. It would make Martha Stewart curl into a ball and cry 'Hold me!' Toys everywhere. Some broken. A pool my child won't go in. Grass that is in need of a mow. Half eaten dog toys.
Yeah, it's not exactly classy.
But you know what else it has? Memories. And I kind of love that. Dirt and all.
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