Flashlight tag

Counting while the three brothers hide, in a game of flashlight tag.  Martha’s Vineyard, August 2012.  As I watched the six of them scamper around in the darkness, faces sticky from smores, my eyes smarted with tears.  These are the days they will remember.  This is what childhood summers should be.


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6 Comments

  1. Posted August 9, 2012 at 6:44 am | Permalink

    Yes! These ARE what childhood summers should be. I am so grateful for my own untethered summers, and I hope I can provide the same for Abra.

  2. Posted August 9, 2012 at 7:23 am | Permalink

    seriously on my mind and heart…these are the moments. and painfully, questioning if what I am doing/how I am being is enough. the weight is excruciating, and the joy immeasurable. thank you, lindsey.

  3. Margaret
    Posted August 9, 2012 at 9:23 am | Permalink

    My eyes smart with tears just looking at this picture and reading your text…such sweetness and pureness in the freedom of a happy childhood!!

  4. Posted August 9, 2012 at 12:28 pm | Permalink

    Love the photo! Enjoy!

  5. Posted August 9, 2012 at 10:17 pm | Permalink

    I’ve had a few of those teary moments myself this summer…I don’t know what it is. The passage of time sometimes stings.

  6. Posted August 13, 2012 at 1:56 pm | Permalink

    My girls played flashlight tag this weekend and it left me without words. There went my little fireflies, flickering through the night.