It's summertime and we are having a blast! We have had visits from family and we are planning a two week vacation in just a few more weeks. Everyday has been exciting. My kids have been playing with proverbial wild, reckless abandon. Yesterday they all tore into the house yelling that they are having the best summer ever (they say that every summer). Still, it's always fun to pretend it's the first time I have heard them say that. Sometimes, I wonder about what is going inside of all of their heads from day to day. Are they thinking about being adopted? Are they thinking about their other mom? Is my son thinking about not being adopted? What are they thinking?

From the looks of things, they aren't doing much thinking about all of that this summer. That shouldn't surprise me. After all, it's not like there are a lot of everyday reminders jumping out at them at every turn yelling, "Adoption!" They aren't reminded about adoption during the water gun fights, or on the way down the water slide, or while splasing around at the shallow end of the swimming pool.

Adoption doesn't seem to come to mind when the burgers are being taken off the grill and piled high on the plate. It doesn't seem to make one bit of difference during horseback riding camp, or day camp, or when we all pile into the car for a day drive to the beach. It doesn't come up when we are at the matinee movie at the theater, or watching a NetFlik rental at home. It hasn't been so much as a passing thought at the minor league ball park when we're chomping down on popcorn, hotdogs, soda, and cotton candy.

There will be fireworks near our home tomorrow for the Fourth of July Celebration. We will all sit out on the deck in our backyard and watch together. I love the anticipation, the excitement, the beauty, the shear wow factor of fireworks displays. When the cannons go boom, and the rockets sizzle in the night, and the sky lights up with brilliant color, and we all go, "Wwwowwww." I hope it will remind them of adoption.