A Boy of Summer

Dear Dylan,

You were born just as Summer was, in that magical time just after the Earth awakens again and flushes the forest in green leaves and flowers. You will always be a boy of Summer and of the Sea, blue eyes sparkling in sun and starlight just as fierce, your blonde hair wisping in the warm zephyr breeze.

Fireflies in the Garden

BY ROBERT FROST

Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can’t sustain the part.
Live long and prosper
Love, Dadsummerboy
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