This week I finally have three kids under one roof. It feels as if summer can officially begin. As the three reunited, they ran outside to color the sidewalk with an array of chalk. My middle guy closed the front door and nervously yelled, “Mommy, I think we’re locked in!” He mixed up the phrase. He meant, he thought we were locked outside the house. We weren’t. But what great imagery. It was the exact moment in which I wanted to be locked in. Locked into the magic of a late California afternoon, cool enough to be comfortable, warm enough...
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