My children grow a new shoe size every Monday morning-

Life moves at an incredible pace.

And try as I might, I can’t slow it down.

Except for that one week every Summer,

When I am actually convinced time may stand still.

Because Florida is always the same.

Same Island.

Same burger joint.

Same step-back-in-time gift shop.

Same “take off your sandals before you track that sand inside”.

Nothing has changed from when I was a sun burnt little girl.

I’m still sun burnt, and I’m still there with my parents.

(Except that now I’ve joined the ranks of those doling out sunscreen and yelling about sand in the carpet.)

I know eventually I’ll need pull out the back-to- school list, and turn the calendar page to August, and then September.

But for now, it’s still July, and I’m thinking of our next trip back to Florida,

Who’s in?