We strung lights from the trees in the afternoon, and in the evening watched them freckle the dusk as Archer beat us all at croquet.
"It looks like prom back here," she said. "Dance with me."
After the kids went to bed we dragged chairs to form a circle, huddled around scented candles, snacked on soggy salad with plastic silverware.
"Turn it up," he said, "I love this song."
So we all got up, danced barefoot in the grass until our legs got tired. Returned to our chairs and our drinks and our shoes.
Except for them. They kept dancing.
*make a wish