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The Boys of Summer

During the summer between my sophomore and junior years in high school the parents of a friend went out of town for a week. My friend had a car and a license and was extremely responsible. My friends were all good kids, too; the kind you want around your kids – AP classes, involved in sports, extracurriculars, part time employment – you get the idea. I remember that I was allowed to stay at her house for a few nights. That was part of the deal – she had to have friends with her, especially at night, in order to have this responsibility. I was shocked that my parents let me stay. They were extremely strict and generally untrusting of even the best intentions.

One particular night there were four of us at Erin’s house. I remember her driving us around in her 1980’s model Buick LeSabre, or something like that (the car was a tank), and we had Don Henley’s The Boys of Summer blaring on the cassette player (just to date myself a bit). Anyhow, we were having such a good time singing and laughing that we continued to air sync to that song in her living room until all hours of the nights, eating pizza and drinking soda along the way.  Where was the Wii when we needed it?

That night and that song have always held a special place in my heart.

So have those girls.

Tonight as I sat down to write I was thinking about my boys.  My boys of this summer and wow! what a great time I remembered from so long ago and what great memories I made with my kids this summer.

Some of the days have been endless and weary, and I am counting down the days until school begins,  but I am constantly reminding myself that I’ll never have this time again. It’s a sentiment that resonates in my brain often. It’s easy to forget between the temper tantrums and demands of a toddler and the constant needs of an infant.

Blowing bubbles, making Play-doh hamburgers and creating a train circle for little mister are the events that not only make great memories for myself, but mostly for him. And yes, while Q man often watches us, I know he gets it, too.

That no matter what happens, this Momma loves her boys very, very much.

So here’s to the end of summer. Here’s to the start of another school year and here’s to my beautiful boys of summer.

Nobody on the road
nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
the summer’s out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets,
the sun goes down alone
I’m drivin’ by your house
Though I know you’re not home

I can see you
Your brown skin shinin’ in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your
sunglasses on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
after the boys of summer have gone

I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream
Remember how you made me crazy?
Remember how I made you scream?
Now I don’t understand
what’s happened to our love,
But babe I’m gonna get you back
I’m gonna show you what I’m made of

I can see you
Your brown skin shinin’ in the sun
I see you walkin’ real slow and you’re
smilin’ at everyone
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
after the boys of summer have gone

Out on the road today
I saw a deadhead sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice inside my head said,
“Don’t look back. You can never look back.”
I thought I knew what love was,
what did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go but

I can see you
Your brown skin shinin’ in the sun
You got that top pulled down and that
radio on baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
after the boys of summer have gone

I can see you
Your brown skin shinin’ in the sun
You got that hair slicked back and those
wayfarers on, baby
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
after the boys of summer have gone


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