You never think to count the summers when you’re young. They feel endless while you’re in them — measured only in sunscreen, road trips, mountain coasters, and late-night swims. You think there will always be another open calendar, another beach day, and another season where everyone you love fits under one roof.

Then one day, your perspective on summer shifts. You’re the one packing coolers and planning trips. And you realize that number was never infinite. You only get 17 of them.

Seventeen seasons when the kids are still under your roof, still reaching for your hand, and still calling you over to see the sandcastle they built. Seventeen chapters where a rainy afternoon is the biggest tragedy and an extra scoop of ice cream past bedtime is the ultimate victory.

Those moments don’t seem big while you’re in them — but they mean the world the second you look back. Time moves fast, but summer nostalgia has a beautiful way of finding you years later. It reminds you that the days you thought would last forever are the very stories worth holding onto.

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