You were a month of juxtaposition.
The end of Ham’s first year of preschool, the beginning of summer.
Endless days (and inches) of rain, and then bright sunny skies filtering through the trees into our backyard that just happens to become more like an extension of the family room during the spring, summer and fall seasons.
A sit-and-stay baby is now a crawling-everywhere-baby. And an exploring baby. And a curious baby. And a mighty, mighty determined baby.
Long pants every day turned into short pants…or none at all.
A bike rider refusing to let Andrew let go in fear of falling turned a bike rider cruising by us full speed ahead.
A squeaky clean boy covered in sticky gooey marshmallow.
More adventures, more walks, more fire pit nights; less on the calendar.
Summer has always been my favorite season.
The clothes are better, the activities are better, the food is better, and I’d rather be hot than cold any day of the week.
But it’s my favorite now because of the frame of mind…summertime, and the livin’ is easy.
Bring on the livin’.