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I love summer.
Over the past few months, I have enjoyed sledding down large embankments with my girls, making snow angles, and admiring the power of mother nature’s wrath during the Christmas Eve Blizzard of 2009. But each night, as I sat in my living room in sweatpants, thick Hanes athletic socks and wrapped up in a fuzzy burgundy blanket, I realized how much I missed summer.
I miss flip flops, pedicures (I can’t justify a $50 pedicure in winter when no one will see my toes), and capri pants. I miss the air conditioner blowing on my face while the sun warms my arms as I drive in my car. I miss afternoons reading a magazine at the pool while the girls make new friends or get reacquainted with old ones we haven’t seen since last summer.
Summers give me a break from the monotonousness (is that even a word?) of the school year. And thanks to my friend JG – I know exactly how many more days I have to endure. Thirty-three to be exact.
Back in 1993 when I would visit my father in San Francisco, I found myself “wardrobe challenged”. Compared to Oklahoma, San Francisco has very drastic weather fluctuations. In the morning, it can be 35 degrees, but the afternoons might reach 75. I tend to be cold-natured, so I always wore a coat and long sleeves or something of the like. The problem was, when afternoons hit – I was smoldering. I could never get right. I think it was that summer I realized that warm weather was for me.
What is your favorite season? And Why?
