I have grass stains on my knees from playing with my cousin’s two sons on the front lawn after dinner tonight.
We had a leaf fight, put the kids on our shoulders and ran around the outside of the house, kicked a ball around the yard and ate pie. All under one of the most fiery, brilliant sunsets I have ever seen. I call that a successful evening.
It’s the grass stains that make it so beautiful and memorable. Souvenirs from a fun day. I’ll never be too old for grass stains on my knees.
