We’re in the midst of one of those sun-shiny periods when the the rain and gloom of winter (and spring, and fall…) are a distant memory and I come to believe that Seattle is in fact the happiest place on earth. I check the weather forecast and smile to myself, giddy over the long, warm days and all the good stuff that comes with them.
Because this is how we do summer:
Impromptu trips down to the lake on Saturday afternoons to play in the water and lay in the grass.
Evening walks up to Jefferson Park to watch the sun set over our city.
Hours spent lounging on the back porch, reading baby books and eating frozen grapes (my belly makes a perfect snack table these days).
Firing up the shaved ice machine after dinner, topping our fancy snow-cones with sweet milk and fresh fruit. Â And maybe following this up with a coconut popsicle. Â Gimme a break – I’m pregnant and it’s hot outside.
I’m considering this post a letter to my future self: Â when it’s November and you’re vitamin D deficient and tired of the rain, just remember, these glorious summer months are always worth the wait.