Summer feels like fire.
My birthday is August 8th.
Summer's brightest day.
Sometimes I walk in on his heartfelt conversation with his sister.
He tells her things like this, "You are the most beautiful girl on the planet."
And like this, "I hope this world never hurts you."
Before he goes off to bed he shows us his warmest smile and tells us things like this, "I want to wake up and live this day with you all over again."
He's nothing but light.
A happy birthday to our brightest boy.