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It’s stiffling hot by 10am, I can hardly pull out of my aparment complex in the morning because there’s so many kids in the street, the grass is illuminated nightly with swarms of lightening bugs, and firework stands are popping up everywhere. I guess that means it’s summertime- in all it’s glory. 1/2 gone before I even could buy my sunscreen. I haven’t been to a single concert, gone to the lake a single time, been camping, or even to Colorado and the summer’s half gone. With fourth of July right around the corner, I can’t help but to be a little sad knowing I’ve spent the whole summer working and going to school. As I sit in my apartment exhausted everynight trying to keep my eyelids open for homework after a long day’s work…. the days I can’t get off my mind: ‘boating buddies’ and trampoline jumping, hide-and-go seek once it got dark, sitting at Sarah’s house smashing on popsicles like it was our job inbetween visits to the swimming pool. Dan and I having sleeping contests to see who made it the farthest past noon without getting up. The feel of peeling sunburns and bleach blonde hair- white from the sun and green from the chlorine. The summer visits to Albuquerque: getting to fly without mom and dad and big wheel races around the pool. Eating grandma’s monster cookies and playing cards with grandpa until he couldn’t sit any longer. I wouldn’t have ever imagined that there would come a summer when I would let half of it fly by with out my fingers being popsicle purple, my shoulders summertime brown, my hair chlorine green, and my clothes dirty head to toe. I haven’t even smelled the smell of grass once this entire summer. I shouldn’t even be allowed to call it summertime.

So here’s to the veedavoo days, the family roadtrips, and the days when Dan and I got to be together every single day. To the days of ice cream, kool-aid, and the summers I actually got to see my long lost cousins. When families were together and always close by, when friends were always within walking distance, and the long days always seemed too short. I’ll never forget…

And even if it’s not this month or maybe not even the next… Dad, we’re going boating. Dan, we’re going to play outside, and Mom, we’re going to plant flowers. I miss you guys.