We’ve enjoyed one week of summer and it has been glorious. The week was full of swim lessons, crafting, playing with friends, a day at the barn, shaved ice, sprinklers, swimming, evening walks and even a little nap outside. Glorious, I tell you, glorious. When I hug these children, they smell like sunscreen. Eli’s hair hasn’t been styled all week. Emma’s hair has been in a forever pony tail because we keep putting off brushing out the tangles. Their tan lines have returned and my wardrobe consists of the same two t-shirts, three skirts and three dresses rotated over and over and over again. We leave the house and almost forget to put shoes on each and every time. And we bathe an insane amount of times daily because once we’re clean and fresh, an open door draws us outside again, with bare feet.
These are the days of summer. And as I rested on a blanket outside this afternoon, sandwiched between two of my three children, I couldn’t help but say to them, “this is the life.” Thank you, summer, for a glorious first week. You didn’t disappoint.