Who can resist getting your feet wet when you stop at the fountain?
Isn't it just one of life's little joys to get your feet wet on a hot summer day?
So grateful for the simple joys of summer. My favorite summer memories growing up were the Sunday drives that we took with my parents. Sometimes we would end up at an ice cream sta. I remember going to get corn from a farm market where they brought the corn right in from the field on long wagons and we would peel back the green covering to reveal the sweet yellow corn. Summer should be a time of simple joys and memories that will last a lifetime.
"Declare his glory among the nations, his marvelous deeds among all peoples."