Well Hellllooooo Summer. I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather see right now. You are the apple of my eye — an abyss of bliss-filled memories, scorched skin, laughter, knotted hair and delicious fatigue. You are the embodiment of childhood.
‘Hello’ to you means ‘Hello’ to light-filled days, warm balmy nights, dips in cool water, margaritas, charcoal sweet chicken legs, corn on the cob, peaches, popsicles, bikes, and open car windows that let the outside world blast on by. It means light beer and hard rock.
This year our daughter will get her first taste of you. I’m giddy.
But make no mistake — this post is for me.
