This morning on our way to church, a favorite memory came to mind. Stop me if I’ve told you this story before, okay? I was probably 12 years old, and our family had gone into Kansas City to have dinner with my grandparents and/or extended family. We usually ate at the country club my grandparents belonged to, and I only tell you that because the women’s lounge/bathroom is AMAZING! First of all, it is close to being as large as our entire house, with couches and table and a little door you can open and order drinks from the kitchen from while playing bridge. CLEARLY, the lounge was one of my favorite hang-outs. I seem to have a weird obsession with bathrooms. For some reason, the country club always made me feel good. I got to pretend I was rich and belonged in a luxurious bathroom that had its own tv. I surely would bump into the beautiful son of a local millionaire and/or celebrity, who would wisk me off into the sunset and we’d live happily ever after in Mission Hills. Anyway. This night was perfect. The air was cool, we were all dressed up and we had the oldies station on the radio. We needed to stop at Home Depot for something and there we wandered for over an hour. Our family rarely ever shopped together, all four of us, but we had so much fun that night. At Home Depot. I just remember riding in the minivan, the windows down, great music on and KNOWING that I was content.
And this is what summer offers. Anything is possible in the summer, all bets are off. Going to the Lake on the weekends and usually traveing during the summer if anything, only further propogate my lust for summer. I ALWAYS, ALWAYS believe I will fall in love during the summer. I remember in high school believing I’d fall in love at the Lake. Which is really quite laughable. For those of you who know the Lake, know there is no opportunity to meet someone, at least not the way we do the Lake (i.e. NO trips to the Party Cove. Not that the PC breeds love at all. Mostly it involves lust and probably every known STD). I digress. again. I’m just saying that THIS is what summer does to me! Apparently it makes me believe the unbelievable.
I love all seasons, but summer is different. It is, dare I say, magical. But, oh, those summer nights. (HA!) Seriously, if someone could bottle up summer nights, the cool air, bright stars, lulling insect sounds, I’d TOTES buy it.
Here is a lyric from a Stephen Kellogg and the Sixers song that describes it perfectly:
“In the summer we believe, all our dreams will be achieved.”
LOVE!

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