It is summertime! Well not like officially, officially, that happens – June 21. In my mind though, it is summer and that happens when the temperatures decide to stay in the 70+ degree digits and the kids are out of school. Now, Lo is always out of school, so I live through my friend’s children.
And, while I pretend like Fall is my favorite season because I like the weather, tall brown boots and fall foods like hot cider and warm homemade soups, really deep down, I am a summer girl. I am pretty sure if things went my way, I would live poolside in a zone that stayed 70+ degree digits year round.
So when summer hits I get in a mood and a frenzy to establish some must-dos. I feel like summer flies by and before you know it like with many seasons, it is gone. This year I decided I would take that sunshine by the hand and boss it around a bit with a Summer Bicket List. Since lists are my jam, I feel like having everything in writing will help me organize our summer fun and push me to really achieve everything I want to do this season with Lo.
We already crossed a few off starting with strawberry picking at a local farm.
I decided to up and take a day off of work in the middle of the week, wake up bright and early and head out to the country fields. Lo kept asking me, “What are we doing?” and “Where are we going?” She never grasped the concept of “strawberry picking” when I would answer her.
But boy did she love it!
I remember going as a kid and thinking it was the coolest adventure.
As we walked the rows and rows of strawberries the excitement of a juicy red berry peeking out from the bright green leaves never lost its innocence with her. She would shout “Another one, Mom!” then, “I found another one!”
The summer sun was blazing even at 10:30 am in the morning, so after our buckets were filled we headed in for weighing and a cold popsicle from the farm. Lo was sticky from the strawberries she snuck in the field and from the popsicle I let her eat in the car on our way home, but neither of us cared. When I looked back at her in the car seat she said to me, “Momma, I had fun!”
My heart was so full and happy and I hope these small adventures fill us both with joy and memories this summer.