What I want to remember:
The wind that filled my mouth during boat rides.
Sitting with Aaron and his brothers at the end of the dock - talking, sharing a cigar, and watching the moon pass over the lake.
The burnt-orange moon, and how quickly it came up over the horizon.
A little girl with blond pigtails straddling a skateboard and propelling herself along with her feet.
The loon that surfaced near the shore, and flapped its wings to smooth them. Their calls, which I think are one of the most beautiful sounds on earth.
Laughing as we used bed sheets to toss a water balloon back and forth over the tennis nets.
Aaron and I sitting at the end of the dock, dipping our feet in the water while I read aloud from The Commitment.
Turning off the lights in the cabin and sipping a whiskey ginger while we watched a thunderstorm.