Summer.
Sitting
now on the roof of my house right outside my bedroom window, there is complete quiet.
I have my laptop resting comfortably on my freckled thighs. It’s about 10 pm and
just breezy enough to feel cool, yet not cold. Not quite enough of a chill to
persuade me to change out of my faded “Lady Red Devil Soccer” t-shirt from my
sophomore year in high school into something a little warmer. I don’t mind a
few goose bumps. I remember sitting on my roof in this same spot a year ago,
trying to convince myself that these perfect days would never end. Wanting so
badly to believe they really never would.
Summer.
So many
happy connotations explode from this two-syllable word. So many moments and
memories that will be forever engrained in both my memory and journals. Summer. The weeks of sunshine, smiles,
and simplicity are here again. Seems as if I live the entire year for these few
short months. How could just seeing those six letters when jumbled together in
that certain sequence cause me to sigh, close my eyes, and smile to myself,
memories inevitably invading? Summer.
The unmistakable smell of bonfire in my messy hair. Sweet watermelon. Kisses in
the rain. Stinging sunburned shoulders. Early morning canyon runs. Coconut
sunscreen. Genuine smiles. Late night talks on my front porch. Sprinklers-in-the-park
water fights. Night bike rides. Blasting “Dimelo” with hands out the sunroof as
we drive. Otter pop addictions. Family temple trips. Springville sunsets. Flip
flop tan lines.
Summer, I
welcome you here again with open arms.
Here’s to
many more nights of unplanned rebellion, uncontrollable laughter, and carefree
living. Here’s to that feeling of waking up early because you WANT to, not
because you HAVE to. Here’s to holding the ones you love close to you on those
perfect, beautiful summer nights. Here’s to taking the time to breathe and take
moments in. Here’s to living it up with your best friends before they’re all
either married or on missions. (…really though) Here's to crossing our fingers that we never forget each other and the way we feel right now. Here’s to making MEMORIES and always remembering these were (and are) the best days of our lives.
Summer’s
that happy feeling you swear will never dissipate. The feeling that things will
stay the same and always be the way they are at this moment. Any thoughts of change
are cruel and quickly pushed away.
Forever here, forever together,
forever happy… forever young.
Summer.
