Post originally written one year ago- June 2013. Funny how much some things change and how much some things never change.
Summer has a purity and a beauty of its very own, don't you agree? It is like no other season. It stands bold and fierce, burning even, but offers the very best of everything. Long nights and lazy mornings. Swimming pools and fourth of July weekends. Camping trips and family vacations. Ghost stories and campfires and flip flops and sunglasses and tan tan legs.
I have been off for summer and Greg has been in between jobs and getting ready to start his graduate program. Therefore, we were both free as the wind for a week. We went to the water park, we feasted on shaved ice, we slept out on the tramp, we roasted mallows over a camp fire, we went to the movies, (Man of Steel- I was unimpressed. What's with all the punching?), we tried some golfing, we visited with family, and we told ghost stories to our little hearts' content.
In short we lived the pure, unadulterated summer life of a child. And it was glorious. I wish it were somehow possible to take a week every year in the summer to just be little kids again. To do summer the way eight year olds do... in the most carefree and innocent way possible, with no responsibilities and no burdens, just one long hot summer day followed by another.
Greg will start up a new job this week, and then the first week of July he will start his master's program in marriage and family therapy and before you know it, it'll be August and I'll be back teaching them little rugrats. We will get busy again and the days won't be slow or long or carefree. They'll be busy and hectic and all other things that life can get, and these long, summer days will be just a distant memory. Some dreary day in January, when I'm scraping ice off my windshield and feeling stressed and busy and oh so overwhelmed, I will wonder, "Why can't life just be simple and easy and fun again?"
And I'll remember this week.
Sleeping out on the tramp. The flash... it was a bit bright.
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It's when I look at pictures like this I wonder when I became the type of person that takes pictures of dogs. But who can deny how cute he is? All ready to head up for a weekend of fun with Greg's parents.
The second time in my life I have played golf. I was awful. Absolutely awful.
Summer evenings. One of my favorite things in the world.
Carrying both sets of clubs. What a stud.
And of course, a picture of Greg with his old man for Father's Day. Gary's hair is pretty much always sticking up like that, and that is only one of the many reasons why we're so crazy about him.
I have been off for summer and Greg has been in between jobs and getting ready to start his graduate program. Therefore, we were both free as the wind for a week. We went to the water park, we feasted on shaved ice, we slept out on the tramp, we roasted mallows over a camp fire, we went to the movies, (Man of Steel- I was unimpressed. What's with all the punching?), we tried some golfing, we visited with family, and we told ghost stories to our little hearts' content.
In short we lived the pure, unadulterated summer life of a child. And it was glorious. I wish it were somehow possible to take a week every year in the summer to just be little kids again. To do summer the way eight year olds do... in the most carefree and innocent way possible, with no responsibilities and no burdens, just one long hot summer day followed by another.
Greg will start up a new job this week, and then the first week of July he will start his master's program in marriage and family therapy and before you know it, it'll be August and I'll be back teaching them little rugrats. We will get busy again and the days won't be slow or long or carefree. They'll be busy and hectic and all other things that life can get, and these long, summer days will be just a distant memory. Some dreary day in January, when I'm scraping ice off my windshield and feeling stressed and busy and oh so overwhelmed, I will wonder, "Why can't life just be simple and easy and fun again?"
And I'll remember this week.
Sleeping out on the tramp. The flash... it was a bit bright.
It's when I look at pictures like this I wonder when I became the type of person that takes pictures of dogs. But who can deny how cute he is? All ready to head up for a weekend of fun with Greg's parents.
The second time in my life I have played golf. I was awful. Absolutely awful.
Summer evenings. One of my favorite things in the world.
And of course, a picture of Greg with his old man for Father's Day. Gary's hair is pretty much always sticking up like that, and that is only one of the many reasons why we're so crazy about him.
This sounds like bliss!! I can't wait until my kids are old enough to live so carefree in the summer. Right now they need to eat so often and take too many naps. :) And holy heck! My boobs are huge in that picture there, thank goodness you're blocking most of me Bonnie.
ReplyDeleteYou look so little and young? It wasn't that long ago…hmm!! Great post, girl. Hope you're having a fabulous time in Germany. Love all of your pictures!
ReplyDeleteGreat post!!!!! I wish we could sleep on a trampoline in the summer---but since we live in the spider/mosquito/snake capital of the country, I wouldn't DARE venture into the backyard overnight!!! Hope you are having a blast in Germany!!
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Looks like you had a bloody awesome time
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