Dear Summer (vacation, not weather),
Thanks for showing up. The kids are home and they are running around the house like a bunch of clowns at a rodeo. They are insisting on wearing their new swimsuits even though it's barely sixty degrees outside and you know? I'm fine with it. Fine with the swimsuits, fine with the kids running around and fine with the weather being a little chilly.
It feels like we've been waiting a long time for you to get here, but now that you're here it feels like you sort of crept up on us. We're happy nonetheless.
We are so excited to get to go camping, fishing, turn 6!! (Carter), and the big 3-0! (Jeff). We're excited to sleep on the floor in sleeping bags (the kids, not me). and not have to get woken up before we're ready (again the kids, not me). We are excited to go to the ocean and play on the beach. We get to finally put up the fence in the back yard and build shelving units in the garage. We get to leave the kids at Grandma and Grandpa's for a few nights while I fly to Alaska (a.l.o.n.e. YAY!).
Oh, the possibilities feel endless when you're around. The list is long and the months are short, but we're determined to pack as much in as we can while you're here. Thank you for coming and I hope that when it's time for you to go we will be able to say we enjoyed the time we had, took advantage of every minute, and feeling how blessed we are never forgot to cherish each other's company.