My kids look like the perfect toasty marshmallow.Their edges are golden, their faces glowing, their tan lines stark in contrast.
I love it.
It’s a sign of parenting done right. A sign my boys are outside, playing, running, swimming, getting active, and enjoying the freedom from schedule.
I remember the golden days of my youth. Back then the SPF barely cracked 20, and while I’d wear a hat, I’d spend the 10 – 12 weeks between classes shirtless running around the neighbourhood. Our skin baked into a rich golden sugar colour.