I don’t like summer.
I don’t like to be hot. I don’t like to sweat. I hate when the air conditioners have to go on because that means it’s hot out. I am not an avid beach-goer. It’s just not fun to be covered in your own salty liquid, have your hair look like crap ten seconds after you leave the house, and feel like you need to shower every other hour.
But there is something about summer lately.
It makes me want to push the kids’ bedtime back to nine o’clock because before that it’s not dark yet.
It makes me want to eat ice cream cones with my family every evening.
It makes me want to sit beside a pool or the ocean and watch my kids explore the sand, the water, the magic of summer.
And it’s growing on me.