August 25, 2013
Summer is a verb.
Today is our last day of summer.
And what a summer it's been!
We've been swimming . . . in pools, in lakes and in the ocean. We've ridden on duck boats, motor boats, pontoon boats, dragon boats and a beautiful yacht. We've traveled to Ohio, Wisconsin, Indiana, Michigan and California. The girls spent a week at pom camp and a week at theater camp.
We've fished, done archery and played miniature golf. The girls performed in a talent show and made more Rainbow Loom bracelets then I can count.
We christened a new playhouse, rode in an Amish buggy, met the governor of Illinois, celebrated our country's independence and enjoyed a wonderful weekend with our China travel group at a state park in Ohio. We saw movies, plays, Josh Groban in concert and downtown Chicago from the top of a double-decker bus.
We celebrated the girls' half birthday, Eric's real birthday, Father's Day and Midnight Day. We planted a vegetable garden and a fairy garden, roasted marshmallows, ate ice cream and picked blackberries. We spent a wonderful week at the beach in northern California with my best friend and her kids and "The Best Week of the Summer," as declared by Kenna and Michal, at Bruin Woods.
We stayed up late.
And slept in nearly every morning.
We played cards.
We collected heart rocks.
We laughed when we couldn't remember what day of the week it was.
And, most importantly, we celebrated every ray of sunshine, every carefree day and every flip-flop-wearing moment we had.
It truly was an incredible summer.