Summer Days

“Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language” (Henry James).

 We reserve our summer days for tank tops and rollerblading, ice-cream dates and bendy straws. Here’s to long walks and sandy feet, messy hair and tanned skin. The couple of months where the only alarm we know is the breeze coming through your windows and the sun shining through the blinds. Our summers went from family camping trips and days at the water park to campouts with friends, crowded basements, and the intoxication of our youth. What ever happened to blowup pools, slip ‘n’ slides and sprinklers? We’ve abandoned them and we’ve grown up. Congratulations you’ve been kissed by the summer bug.

This bug causes the transformation from playful kid to dramatic teenager to rowdy young adult. You might not remember but there was a time when you didn’t have to worry about how you looked at the beach because you just wanted to play in the sand. A time when you didn’t need to fill your closet with stylish summer clothes because you wore tee-shirts and shorts, running around and playing at the park. There was no need for “laying  out” to get a nice tan because you were outside from sun up to sun down. When the summer bug bites, don’t forget to remember those days. The days of simplicity. Don’t try to grow up too fast because life will fly by and it won’t stop for anything. Why do we insist on wanting to age so fast? When you are 13 you want to be 16. When you are sixteen, you want to be eighteen. When you are eighteen you can’t wait to be 21. Always live for today; not yesterday and not tomorrow.  “Life’s like an hourglass glued to the table” (Anna Nalick). 

Oh no… feel that? It’s the chill of September. September starts the process of pale skin and long pants. Putting away those tank tops and flipping through pictures to when your biggest worry was not classes or work but what adventure would be next. Another summer gone and another to come. Maybe next summer we’ll climb that hill or go on that road trip.  Maybe next time. Maybe. 

So don’t wait for the perfect moment to do something, take this moment, and make it perfect.



5 thoughts on “Summer Days

  1. Perfect

  2. I don’t want to waste another moment without telling you how proud I am of you, Kelly. You are everything I prayed for you to be…. YOU! As a parent, you never stop worrying about your child no matter what age they are. But also as a parent, there comes a time where you realize that while you were trying to hold your child’s hand so tight…. you were holding them back from life. I realize now that you just need to extend your hand out for your child to accept it and together hand in hand— you can tackle whatever life has in store. Love you!

  3. This is such an amazing post. I absolutely loved it!

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