Oh Summer, It’s been so long. I almost thought you’d never come.

I feel like I’m coming out of hibernation.  Like I’ve been waiting since last September, just biding my time until the return of summer.  There’s nothing like it — the warmth, the breeze through the open windows, the sound of the birds, waking up to full sunlight at 6am, the sound of kids playing outside, the itch of a fresh sunburn… 

Okay, so not EVERY thing about summer is idyllic.  I spent way too much time in the sun at the park yesterday wearing a tank top, and now I’m paying for it.  Note to self: Self tanner does not equal base tan.  I knew this, but it’s funny how your mind plays tricks on you.  Or at least my mind’s a jokester.  I don’t know about yours.

So back to my love affair with summer.  I know what you’re thinking.  It will get old.  In just a few weeks I’ll be complaining about the heat.  That come September I’ll be begging fall to get here.

Nope.  You’re WRONG.  I lament the end of summer every year, and every year I dread winter more and more.  I have no idea why.  It’s not like I don’t enjoy the changes of the seasons and all the holiday festivities that come along with cold weather.  But still, all the while I’m waiting for the return of summer.  I have been so happy lately.  I am more content and less crabby with the kids.  I really do think my change of mood is due in large part to the weather.

Its FINALLY warming up here in PA.  It’s been a cold spring, but I’m expecting this warm snap to stick.  It BETTER, that’s all I know.  I am so totally and thoroughly DONE with winter.

Good-bye, winter.  Good-bye dry skin and winter coats and gloves and hats and scarves and mittens.  Good-bye static electricity and cloudy skies and frigid temperatures and achy joints.  Don’t hurry back.