Seventy and sunny feels like opening the mailbox to find ‘just-because’ and ‘thinking of you’ gifts waiting to be opened. I just opened all the windows in the apartment, and I may be typing with my fingers, but my mind is planning a day of exploration and adventure with two of my favorite girls.
It doesn’t take much more than sunshine to get me excited about an otherwise ordinary day. How’s that for easy to please, huh? It’s not that the other seasons don’t have their charms, because they do, but there’s something about putting the top down and blasting music and knowing that you can go go go go and not worry about rain or snow or catching a chill. If we get too hot, well, it’s a good thing Minnesota is ‘The Land of 10,000 Lakes,’ right? Pull over, grab a bikini and jump in the water. No problems here.
We had our first BBQ of summer last night, and I painted my nails bright teal for the occasion. I was feeling pretty stylish until Jon walked in the door and told me I looked like a leprechaun. A leprechaun? Is it common for men to describe their wives that way? I questioned Jon about his word choice and he quickly corrected, “you’re a very beautiful leprechaun sweetheart.”