Humid Okla days that make the boys' hair curl into ringlets

I doubt I need further explanation but these humid days, o how they make the boys', my sweet boys, hair curl even tighter. It reminds me of swimming in the waters off the Amalfi coast with my dear friend Anne on the first day of fall. We swam and we yelled at the top of our lungs (loud Americans) all the things we could think of that made us happy. Me, at 20, called out "curly-headed boys." How blessed I am to have two of my very own.