It was cool enough last night that I opened all the windows and doors. I didn't notice it at first, but after the girls went to bed and I was downstairs turning lights off and picking up toys, I felt it.
A warm-cool breeze floated through the door with the sounds of crickets and the smell of grass.
It immediately took me back to childhood and all those long hours spent outside soaking up every minute of summer.
I sat down in my dark living room, closed my eyes and just took in that moment of serenity.
It's obviously been summer for weeks, but in that moment last night, I actually felt it. When we were kids, we were lucky enough to have a stay-at-home mom, so our summers were always super relaxed. We woke up when we were done being tired, played outside for hours, and inside for hours, with only our imaginations fueling our playtime. We controlled our destiny back then (or at least it felt like we did). Summer meant freedom.
I felt that freedom last night -- more in my memories than in real life, but it reminded me that sometimes we have to force life to slow down a little.
We're going camping this weekend with my family and I'm planning on soaking up as much summer as I can.
A few pictures from our summer so far: