Every year, after a long winter, I wait for it. That moment when the breeze shifts and the warm sun shines on my face. I can feel it: the promise of summer.
The days begin to stay later longer, the gloomy skies give way to cheerful blue. I wake to birds chirping and I’m serenaded by their song all day long. I can feel it, the promise of summer.
Summer for me is a time to spend outdoors with family and friends. It’s a time to pull back on the hectic day-to-day life that the spring, fall, and winter are consumed by. Instead, you can spend hours lazing in the sun reading a book, splashing in your blow-up pool, or simply looking for bugs.
Well, some of that has changed now that I’m an adult, much of it has been rekindled because of my children. We can spend hours capturing ants to put in a bucket habitat. We look forward to lazy days at the pool. We eat Popsicles, watch the clouds, and soak in the sunshine.
Summer promises new memories, rosy cheeks, windblown hair, and a freedom that we don’t find throughout the rest of the year. While I know that summer will change as my children get older, I’m going to savor the summers while they are young. We are things are simple and we can spend a day making a chalk zoo on our driveway or playing Pirates on our swingset.
There are playdates and barbecues, But most of the time seems to move slowly until the summer is over. I am sad when summer and all its promise ends, but I know that part of what makes summer so precious and gives it so much promise is that it is fleeting. So, it needs to be filled with meaningful moments and time spent wisely.
I know I will always have a chance to look forward to when I feel that breeze again and I can just taste the promise of summer.
