We’ve reached the time of year where we can open the windows to let the cool fresh morning in. We’ll need to close up mid-day when we start sweating; the air conditioner feels glorious when that happens. For now, I hear the whir of grasshoppers, the caw of crows, and the chirp of songbirds.

When I walked out of my bedroom this morning, my heart did a little dance to see both of our children’s doors closed. For four years now, our son’s door has stood open while he’s been away at college. For two, our daughter’s has. Their closed doors mean they are both here, sleeping the summer sleep of not-yet-adults, my children.