Ah yes, it’s officially summer. Both kids are home now and the craziness has begun. I have to admit, underneath the layers of exhaustion, sweat, sand, and fingerpaint – we are having a ball. It seems as though we’ve already established a summer day routine at our house. We all wake up bright and early, around 6:30 am to be exact. Every. Single. Day. Like clockwork, my kids are up and at ‘em eager to rock and roll the day ahead. I on the other hand, pray a little prayer every night for extra sleep-in time, but it never happens. Needless to say, I’ve learned to embrace the wee hours of the morning. We start our day with a nice breakfast together and before I know it I’m blowing up pool floats, endlessly re-strapping swimming goggles (what is up with those things?), and judging gymnastics contests. Between water tables, sprinklers, and playing tag, my kids are all go, go, go. They are on a mission and the number one task at hand is to play, play, play! Not even bathing suit wedgies, blinding sand in the eyes, or pool water up the nose can stop them. And it’s only 10:00 am. Seriously, if our day ended at noon, the only thing my kids would be missing is the sunset.
There’s just something about summer-time that makes everything a bit better. After all, the grass is finally greener, the smell in the air is sweeter, and spirits are freer. Why would anyone complain? Life is good. And life is especially good in the summer.
It’s energy. It’s beauty. It’s pure joy.
It’s what you make it.