“Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” – Henry James
I love summer. Every moment of it. There is a kid in me that still delights in riding bikes until my legs ache, throwing water balloons until I’m soaked, building sandcastles and playing shark in the deep end of the pool.
This summer was the best I can remember because – with a new teaching job looming for me and my baby heading off to big kid school – we decide to make it all about being outside, enjoying the water that surrounds our coastal life and playing together.
My daughter sailed nearly every day. She’d hop on her bike and head down to the sailing camp just a few blocks away where she’d rig a little opti sailboat and head out into the harbor with her friends for hours of racing and pleasure riding up and down the rivers that feed into the sea. She competed in six weekend regattas which involved us loading up our motor boat to head out into the harbor and cheer her on. These were long days and we sometimes gave into sleepiness on the bow of the boat.
As for my son, he fished with his dad and joined the swim team. He couldn’t swim at the beginning of the summer and by the end, he was a fish, swimming up and down the lane. The best part about swim team is how much it wears you out. He fell into bed every night and slept soundly.
Among other treats was an extended family vacation to Camp St. Christopher, a camp my sisters and I grew up attending. We went sailing, kayaking, bike riding and rolling around in the pluff mud pit. The best part about going to a family camp is: there is no cooking! The food was wonderful and all we had to do was just show up at the cafeteria. (And at St. Christopher, the food is amazing and often features fresh, local seafood.) The other best part: there are morning prayers and worship every evening.
Now we’re all back into the daily grind, and, in many ways, it feels good to be off to work and in a routine. However, we take a certain satisfaction in believing that we sucked the marrow out of our summer. It tasted sweeter than the watermelon’s heart, and we didn’t mind the way it dripped down our arms, leaving them pink-stained and sticky.
How about you? What did you enjoy about summer?
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