I. Love. Summer. I love the sun, the warmth, the smell of sunscreen, cookouts, baseball and the 4th of July. I hate mosquitos, sunburns and humidity, but everything else is good. I recently took Kennedy to the city pool to cool off on an above 90 degree day, and it was lovely. I laid by the pool and sweat, even though I was doing nothing. I read. I watched. I enjoyed the breeze.
I love watching the kids play in the pool. Not in a creepy stalker way, of course. Gross. No, I love to watch them because they are so free. They swim, splash and laugh all day and then konk out in the car. My favorite thing though is when they just run and jump cannon-ball style into the water. When was the last time I did that? When was the last time I felt that confident and carefree? It's been a while. Probably 15 years or more. That's really REALLY sad to me. I always talk about how I don't feel like a grown up, but a child playing house. But if I was really a child playing house, wouldn't I join the other children in cannon-ball splashing the real adults? Awww...Now I've gone and made myself kind of sad. Maybe I'll jump in tomorrow.
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