Dear Summer : A Love Letter.

Dear summer, 
It's no secret how much I've always adored you. Fall has my heart, and Christmas is my favorite, but you are just everything good. You're happiness and sunshine and laughter and beach days and just pure goodness. 
You've been such a gift already this year. You've been full of sunshine and pool days and sunkissed skin that gets more and more golden with every Friday that passes. 
You've been two-year-old laughter filling the air while Jack gets more and more confident splashing his way up and down the pool steps. 
You've been vacation, road trip plans, good music with the windows down. 
I love your beautiful, perfect golden hour, especially when it's accompanied by walking Jack around the block with a diet coke in my hand. 
I love how you make me feel alive. How you make me feel happy. How you make me feel young and vibrant and full of potential. I love how each day of you, while it may be filled with work and chores and responsibility, still feels like an adventure because there's the possibility of an hour at the pool, or an ice cream run, or a sunset walk. 
I love how you bring a sense of lightheartedness. Even the serious things don't feel quite as serious when you're around. 
I love how you bring people together. Spontaneous pool days, cookouts, vacation plans. You were made for those. 
I love how, even in the midst of chaos and broken things, you seem to find a way to remind us there is still good out there; there is still peace to be found. 
I'm so thankful to call Florida home and get to experience more of you than most people. 
Love you forever, summer. Stick around awhile, why don't you?
What has your summer been so far? 

With Flowers in Your Hair.

Since the beginning of March, the days I've gone without wearing some sort of flowers in my hair have been few and far between.  I foresee this continuing for the rest of the summer, and that makes me really happy.  Summer breaks may be a thing of the past, but I can certainly wear flower crowns to work, because nothing makes me feel like celebrating summer quite like wearing flowers in my hair.

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What do you do to celebrate summer?

This Summer.

This Summer, I adventured.  A lot.  

We went on a cruise. 

We went on lots of Universal dates. 

We went to Italy. 

Just kidding.  But we went to Orlando's version of Italy, and for the weekend, it was almost just as good.

I got to have lots of date nights with this guy. 

I went to Haiti and fell in love. 

I got to witness Chris and Goose slowly become best friends.  

{And dance partners.} 

I got some lunch dates with my partner in crime. 

Celebrated the Fourth of July with the best there is. Including this one:

We went to New York and saw The Lion King on Broadway.  I can now die happy. 

This summer was wonderful.  Fall, you've got a lot to live up to.

"August feels like a hinge in the year.  Swing backwards and summer is there, swing forward and fall is waiting.  I'm in the swing forward camp.  I'm never sorry to see summer end, although I'll miss the peaches.  I'm ready for sweaters and socks and new suede shoes."  -Stephanie Madewell

I love this quote, except that I am usually a little sorry to see summer end.  Especially one like this one, where I got to spend every single day with my husband--which has never happened before now. 

Summer ending means he goes back to school, we go back to a schedule and trying to squeeze in time to hang out. 

Summer ending also means pumpkins and apples and crafts and baked goods galore. 

I'll take it. 

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After an amazing week in NYC..

I'm writing this stuck in an airport.
A 9pm flight turned into an 12am flight, and I'm pretty sure that's not the end of that.
Booo.
But this is life.
And if you only enjoy the "good" moments in life, you miss out on a lot of moments that could potentially be good. And maybe even your new favorite memories.
You only get one wild and precious life, in the words of Mary Oliver. What is it you plan to do with it?
I plan to enjoy it.
All of it.
Even the extremely long, delayed layovers in an airport that is colder than the North Pole.
I hope you do the same.

Now I'm off to find some airport food.

Over and out.