I remember spending summers with my Nana on the cape.
I couldn't wait 'til that last bell rang in June.
I couldn't wait 'til that last bell rang in June.
She would make breakfast every day with a smile.
Every sunny day spent was spent on the beach with friends.
Rainy days were always fun filled too.
With the beach in walking distance I would go home every day for lunch and fill my Nana in on all the fun so far that day.
Light dinners included BLTs (with extra bacon) or "your Mom isn't here till the weekend so let's have ice cream instead"!
Each night she would perfectly iron my outfits for those "summer nights".
Meeting up with my girlfriends and the cute boys (one of which I married).
Running home to make curfew.
And at night I would write letters on the summer porch (where I slept) to my friends at home, telling them what they are missing and wish they were there.
Those were the memories that hit me today when I spied this vintage mailbox at the shop...
Thanks Nana for all those summers on the cape and all the wonderful memories...miss you.
Thanks to Karen K. too for having this treasure in her booth that brought me back to the good ol' days!
Joining Kathleen for White Wednesday ~ thank you for visiting!