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What is Perfection?


Perfection is watching you on the edge of the ocean.

A smile so big you can’t even open your eyes all the way.

Splashing in water so cold it hurts your toes.

Sand in your hair and magic in your eyes.

That is perfection.



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Perfection is an October swim.

It’s 75 degrees, sunny, and a tiny breeze.

It’s swimsuits and bare feet and Papa and Lala’s pool.

Perfection is that first month of Autumn, hands down.


What is Perfection?

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Perfection is each of you getting along.

It’s the big ones playing with the small ones.

It’s one of you seeing another sad and doing something to fix it.

It’s always having a playmate and being happy most of the time.

Perfection is my 1/2 dozen.


What is Perfection?

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Perfection is enough memories to last forever.

It’s remembering smiles that are so big, eyes can’t stay open.

It’s remembering hugs every time you meet.

It’s countless conversations and a thousand firepit nights and hundreds of chemistry and astronomy classes.

Perfection is being lucky enough to know some really amazing hearts.

Those hearts are perfection.


What is Perfection?


Perfection is a lemonade stand on a 90* day.

It’s raiding your Lala’s pantry for cups and lemonade mix, begging your mom to go to the store for ice, and setting up shop in the front yard.

It’s every person over the age of 50 stopping and buying a VERY concentrated cup of lemonade…and always tipping generously.

Perfection is a your summer lemonade stand.


What is Perfection?


Perfection is a basket of first eggs.

It’s expecting nothing then being over-the-moon surprised by 6 somethings.

It’s watching your hard work be productive.

It’s your seven chickens finally laying.

That’s perfection.


What is Perfection?


Perfection is a summer evening.

It’s daddy getting home, changing into a swimsuit and heading down to the pool.

It’s bbq for dinner, eating outside. Not having plans, goofing off, and doing what makes us the most happy.

Perfection is a slower pace.