We attempted a walk in the woods tonight, but after all the rain we have had, the trail was a big mucky mess, so we opted to walk along the road for a little while instead. As we made our way back to the campground, we were greeted by a few of the equine residents. If there is one thing I can say for certain about each and every member of our family, it is that none of us can resist a horse. We are all suckers for their sweet faces and swishy tails, their rubber lips and super soft noses. Their smell, their big bright eyes, their sweet spots. Irresistible.
The kids all agree that today was the best day EVER!!! You must be wondering what possibly could have happened that would earn today such an honor.
Was it the fact that we arrived in St. Louis, Missouri and had our first view of the Gateway Arch?
Was it because we were able to ride the tram all the way to the top of the arch?
Was it the view from the top of the arch that made today the best day ever?
Perhaps it was the original Courthouse that was across the street?
I personally think that all of these things made today pretty great, but none of them happen to be why today was the best. No, today was the best day ever simply because… it rained. Very. Hard.
It wasn’t the arch. It wasn’t the view. It wasn’t the tram ride. It wasn’t St. Louis. It was the puddles. Lots and lots of puddles. And the ability to run through them over and over again. Best. Day. Ever.
When I look out the window this morning, summer is the last thing that comes to mind. The sky is grey. It’s cold. Raining. Gloomy.
I am a lover of summer. I crave the heat. The feel of the warm sun on my face. Rob says I am solar-powered. I think perhaps he is right.
So here we are. The official beginning of summer. The longest day of the year. And it feels as though fall has arrived. Fall. At the end of June.
Luckily it is supposed to warm up starting tomorrow. Hopefully the sunshine will come back out to play. I miss him terribly. The warm season seems too short around here as it is, but I guess sometimes cold’s grip is just a little too strong.
I think I will spend the first day of summer curled up on the couch, buried under a warm blanket, good book in hand, hot cup of cocoa within arms reach.
Welcome summer. I have been waiting for you…