Summer, with its late mornings and late nights.
Summer, with its lazy days.
My babies are cotton topped and smell like sunscreen. Their noses are pink, their feet are almost always dirty, and they're completely exhausted at the end of the day.
I love summer.
Every movie is my favorite movie. Every song is my favorite song. Every book is my favorite book. I'm one of those people. But my favorite season? It's summer. Truly.
We're a water loving family. Well, 3 of the 4 of us anyway. Wes, as it turns out, doesn't quite put the Fish in Fisher the way the girls and I do. We love to swim, love to be in the sun. In fact, there's so little shame in my swimming game, that if you drive by our house during the peak sun hours of the day, you're likely to see me
The best is when the girls grow tired of the pool and decide to play on bikes in the driveway, leaving their poor, full grown adult mama in the kiddie pool all by herself.
The hypocrisy: I caught myself relaxing back against the hard plastic side of the pool and doing the 'ol neighborhood sweep. I surveyed the neighborhood, studying each house, each yard, each occupant. I stared with narrowed eyes at the home of our next door neighbor...
"Ugh," I mentally seethed, "their yard is so unkempt." I shook my head and clicked my tongue, "and look, they haven't even picked up their paper in days!"
.....and then I remembered: I'm sitting, alone, in a kiddie pool in 6 inches of water....in my front yard.
I'm thankful for humbling reality checks.
A smattering of pictures to tell the story of our summer thus far:
-A very hot visit to Log Cabin Village:
-The girls have really taken an interest in their wardrobe these days....
...and since they each insist on wearing no less than 5 individual outfits each day:
...we've been having a few laundry lessons. Because, let's face it, I could use a little help with the laundry (although you'll all be proud to learn that for about 8 hours last week, the dining room table was completely laundry free and all clothes rested in their proper receptacles!).
-"Rapunzel hair" has been a hot commodity this summer. Take it or leave it from Ava, but a full on I'm-not-leaving-this-house-unless-my-hair-is-in-a-braid from sweet Leah Jane.
- More menu's made by Ava. On the menu for tonight:
BBQ, also known as "Ava's Br-b-Cubs."
Her writing is still, hands down, our favorite milestone yet.
Much like the anticipation of any good vacation, I'm already dreading the day that our summer comes to an end and we're faced with schedules and responsibilities again.
Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.
Such a sweet quote and reminder of how truly precious each day is, and how quickly they pass.
Until next time...