It was another perfect labour day weekend.  The weather was great, so it really was a last hurrah to summer.  We had a picnic at Fielding Park (in case it rains on our anniversary), went to Ribfest twice (I kept craving BBQ sauce, so the pulled pork sandwich hit he spot), boat ride on Long Lake, I squeezed in a swim, and we had a BBQ and ate outside, John played 9 holes one afternoon while Anderson and I napped, we read the paper, drank coffee, let Anderson stay up late (and then he slept in ...

It is the way your car glides across the floor

…and the way we feel when we laugh

It is the way you put one Cheerio on each plate

…and the way we leave the mess at home.

It is the way the air is cool.

…and the way the sun kisses the clover.

It is the way our hair shimmers like copper.

…and the way the world spins around

It is the way we look up in wonder.

…and the way you grasp a pinecone

It is the way I hold you close on my back.

…and the way my hair blo...