Summer abandons yet again; leaving only memories to warm the soul. Long summer nights. Marshmallow roasts. Turning domestic into Hollywood's finest movie sets. Scripts and roles divvied among the kids. Nana spoils. Papa’s eyes swell. Giggles, tears, love, and frustrations intertwine our time together. Mission Creek walk is over; our voices have stopped echoing through the trees. What remains are pictures. Shapes and shades. But more are memories. Memories made alive and active in our hearts. It's what sustains us until we are blessed to make more.