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If I was to create my perfect summer Saturday, it would begin with coffee on a sunny terrace under a clear blue sky before sitting down to a big family breakfast. Lots of eggs, lots of sausage and lots of laughter (it might also include cheeky Bloody Marys while we were making the big family breakfast).
My perfect summer Saturday would be spent outside by the pool, listening to silly giggles, water splashing, and seeing The Husband under siege.
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Fifty would learn how to swim on my perfect summer Saturday. He’d follow the children around and Aidan’s golden Clementine, trying to do what she did, while his big front paws splashed hard into the water.
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(However my perfect summer Saturday would not include Fifty puncturing the children’s basketball with his teeth and then tearing it to shreds.)
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Human totem poles are part of my perfect summer Saturday…. the higher the better.
My perfect summer Saturday would end with a barbecue and a Caprese salad made with homegrown tomatoes from Papa’s garden. We’d stay outside on the terrace while we watched the Olympics through the opened french doors into the living room so we could feel the nighttime breeze.
And maybe, just maybe, my perfect summer Saturday would occur at the same time as a meteor shower, so while I watched Olympian stars on TV, I’d get to see some real stars shoot across the sky and I’d make a wish or two.
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And if my shooting star wishes were to come true, then I’ll have lots more perfect summer Saturdays with Aidan.
(and mojitos too)
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It's Me, Sara Louise 
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