I love to be hot. In contrast to my husband, who hates hot, I soak up warmth like a cold-blooded lizard on a rock. I can feel the sun beating down on me right now, just thinking about it.
I also love having my kids with me during the summer. Remind me I said that mid-July.
I love going to the beach, and now that our kids aren’t terrified of the ocean (big scary waves! take cover in the dunes!), they are fun to be with at the beach. We make dribble castles, look for shells, make life difficult for ghost crabs, and swim in the ocean. Yippee!
I love swimming in the pool, I love wearing shorts, a t-shirt and flip-flops every day, I even like vacation Bible school. Kinda.
I love going on trips! I love camping in the mountains near a loud, rushing river. I love hearing the crickets and as summer wears on, the cicadas. Jack hates them and always asks me to close the windows when I open them at night to hear the night bugs. Which reminds me, I love lightning bugs. And grilling out. And baseball. And fireworks. And home-grown veggies. I just don’t like canning them.
This summer if all goes as planned, we will be moving to a new house. I do not like moving. But it’s exciting to buy a new house! I will try to fan the excitement flame when I’m packing bed linens and dishes into cardboard boxes while my kids whine about being bored. I will put them to work if they whine. I will put them to work if they don’t whine. I love them, but they’re soft. They need to work! And read. And keep up with their math facts.