I love summer. The way the air smells, the unexpected thunderstorms, the drives into God's country with the windows down and the radio blaring. Having said that, sometimes being a grownup can interfere with the freedom we associate with the hotter months. Even when kids are home for the summer with three month's of empty canvas rolling out in front of them there are still 40 hours of responsibility to fulfill every week. I have to say though that the last two days felt so frivolous and free. It was so much fun to just ride in a car with no destination in mind, to see the sparkle through trees as the sun reflected off of the water. It's never the big moments that define us as people I think. It's a million little memories strung together that we look back on and smile at when we're older. Everyone deserves a little peace, and I am ever so happy for mine.
"Be happy while you're living, for you're a long time dead." -Scottish Proverb