Dear Grandma and Grandpa,
Of course it makes sense that summer always reminds me of you. How many summer days and weeks did we spend in your home throughout my childhood? My tummy always tingled with excitement when our station wagon would finally pull into your driveway. We would strap on the shoes we had abandoned hours before on the outset of our road trip and race to the front door where we would be caught up in enthusiastic embraces from each of you.
I've been thinking about each of you so much lately.