Summer is late waking mornings.
Catching the early breezes,
before we must close everything tight
for the heat of the day
Summer is watching Wimbledon on the couch
a jumble of arms and legs and hearts
so glad to be lazy.
Summer is a lot of whining
crying, regression, and searching for boundaries
because they feel so different than they usually do.
Summer is not enough time for me to think, or write, or be
the beautiful not-enoughness of constancy with my children.
Summer is the calm before the storm
of our lion-man Yun’s arrival.
It’s when I feel all the grace for what is to come
and when I feel afraid too.
Summer is all blistering heat and lukewarm swimming
it’s water balloon fights and so many friends
it’s forgetting appointments and the calendar
it’s losing track of time.
This summer is ukulele lessons for all
and new swimming experiences galore
It’s the summer when everyone finally learns to really type
and when we all grow in our language learning
It’s stand up paddleboarding, kayaks and sailboats
And it’s Minecraft too and Hay Day and Battle Bears
and so many beautiful international films
It’s making mug cakes and angel hair butter pasta and indian food
This summer reminds me of how very beautiful
my life is
And also of how much I fail in the everyday.
This summer I touch heaven
and I touch my humanity.
This summer is all the heart ache of
and all the beauty of family harmony
This is our summer