Summer days around here are pretty awesome. The pool, the beach, splash pads, ice cream trucks, skipping naps, library visits, play dates, movie days, Disney adventures, playground afternoons, swimming lessons, imagination camps… and the list goes on. I look forward to all these things just as much as the kids do. We are summer days people.
Summer days go by quickly and are packed full of excitement. But summer evenings are a little different.
(Yes, she’s wearing fairy wings.)
Summer nights are slow moving and relaxing. The sun takes its time setting, the wind blows a welcomed breeze, and the smell of grills firing up fill the neighborhood.
Chris and I sit out on the back deck and watch the kids play. Well, Chris putters around outside because he literally cannot sit still and I carry my book outside like I’m going to actually open it. But I never do. I’m too busy watching the kids laugh and play. In fact, I spend so much time watching them that Big Molly always knocks my books around trying to get my attention. Sweet puppy.
(Sidenote: Chris and I have started calling Molly “Hodor.” If you watch “Game of Thrones” then you probably understand how that name totally fits her.)
We stayed outside last night until it was too dark to see. Isn’t that what summer nights are for? Squeezing every ounce of fun out of the days?
Summer nights are good for my soul.