Overgrown sun kissed hair, bug collecting, tree climbing, frequent ice cream truck stops, my last baby, dirty faces, sticky hands, Gilbert’s sweet voice, and bare feet. I think each summer comes with it’s own set of memories. My kids have their own little personalities that has always stayed the same. But with each year of their development, especially while they are so little, there are brief phases and quirks that just don’t last. And all I want so much, is to preserve the quirks, grasp them tightly in my fist, buried in my pocket never to leave my memory. This film captures some of those memories I’m grasping on to, this summer I don’t want to forget before I send my oldest of to kindergarten.
