Despite the gloomy rain that has come and gone (mostly come and stayed) the past few days, I do believe summer's basically here. It's here in the scabs that Parker has on his shin and ankle that he likes to pick and pick the moment he wakes up (do your kids pick their scabs?). MINE DO. It's in the strawberries that we've sliced the greens off of, and sometimes the bruises too, eaten by the handful. It's in the grilled veggies, seasoned with only some season salt and olive oil - perfection! It's in the summer trips on the books and sunscreen purchased and the pool parties we've attended (the only thing better than your own pool is a pool directly across the street owned by good friends of yours who are the most gracious and inviting hosts). It's in coffee, heavy on the cream, that I've enjoyed on the porch most mornings while Parker watches out for chipmunks from the screened windows. It's in Gracie's open mouth, an almost constant state of panting, likely because someone passing in or out of the house gave into her begging "fetch with me!" It's in bathing suits hanging from a hook in the shower drip-drying. It's in peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with a side, a small side hopefully, of gritty sand in the teeth. It's in William's writing on our dry-erase calendar: LAST DAY OF SCHOOL. It's in sunshine, late into the evening, with enough time to go out for ice cream after dinner. And then, in the sticky hands and slight chocolate mustaches that follow.
Bring it, summertime!