The weather was hot, but not humid.
The boyz had their first football games in the morning:
Their "game faces". So be afraid. Be very afraid.
The tournament was jamboree-style, so Eldest's team played three mini games all in a row, and then Middle and Baby's team played two games shortly thereafter. My Mom came to cheer them on. As did my in-laws. And some other good friends with their children.
After the games ended, conveniently right at lunchtime, we headed to a restaurant. To celebrate the boyz' wins, Granny-911's importance to us this summer, and as a last hoorah before Back to School.
Once home, the boyz raced to peel off their equipment so they could play outside. My Mom and I set up the lawn chairs in the shade and chatted and read (Mockingjay!) while Hubby washed her car.
I actually dozed off...
and awoke to find Eldest's head coach with his wife and son in our driveway. They had randomly stopped by with a DVD of the day's football games.
Soon after they left to attend a graduation party, our next-door neighbors arrived home from dropping their oldest daughter off to college for the first time. They verymuch needed to sit and relax and unwind. So they wandered over with more lawn chairs and some munchies.
Another neighbor driving by stopped over and joined us.
The children were content racing around on scooters, tossing the football, just being kids.
A radio played top 40 hits in the background while the children randomly sang the lyrics together.
Eldest's coach and wife and son came back from the graduation party after I texted "We are still sitting outside. Come ovah!" So they did.
My neighbor's sister and brother-in-law came over with a fresh batch of homemade sangria.
The circle of lawn chairs kept growing. No one cared what time it was.
The sun set as bats and mosquitos quietly swooped.
Bug spray was applied. Outside lights were turned on. Sweatshirts were donned.
An outdoor movie night was suggested. All the children scampered across the street with hands full of blankets to our neighbor's backyard projection screen to watch Furry Vengeance on the big screen while the adults remained in our yard in the widened circle of lawn chairs.
All too soon, darkness fell completely and the movie was over. 10:30pm.
I realized my children had eaten nothing but freeze pops and popcorn for dinner, much to their delight.
As everyone went their separate ways, proclaiming how much fun it was to have had such an impromptu evening, we shuttled our yawning boyz into the house.
And tucked them into their beds with their grass-stained knees and dirty bare feet.
It was the perfect ending for the ending of summer.