When I was a little girl, I loved many things about summertime in East Texas. I loved the freedom from school, heading down to the snow cone shack with my friends, swimming for ridiculously long hours on end, and all of those backyard cookouts. But the thing I loved the most? The one aspect of the season that was most quintessentially "summer" for me? Sitting outside as twilight fell and watching fireflies, or lightning bugs, begin to glow in the trees and natural areas around our house. In those magic moments, any chatter or laughter my family and friends were enjoying would suddenly come to a hushed, admiring awe for these little bugs who added sparkle to the evening after a perfectly lovely day.