Eating al fresco.
The smell of grilling wafting through the neighborhood.
Running with Micah after we’ve put the boys to bed and not getting home until after dark.
Swimming in pools that I think, at first, are too cold, but turn out to be just right.
Not thinking about how many more weeks until I meet this little girl, or how long until I can wear normal clothes, or wondering how much bigger I’m going to get, or if I will be able to achieve my goals.
That is the beauty of summer vacation.
What’s your favorite part of summer?