Summer…I just love that word.
Warm weather (or warmer I should say. What’s up with this 50 degree stuff?)
Lazy, carefree days
Flip-flops
All the yards and windows lined with beautiful flowers
Field of green
Picnics
Bike rides
Neighborhood bar-b-ques
Driving with the sunroof open, the radio blasting, and the wind in your hair
Park play dates
Dinner on the patio
Swimming pools
Parades
and don’t forget, FIREWORKS!
The little man and I are not normally here (Germany) for the summer. We always seem to take this time and share it with family in Texas. Summer for us is a true vacation. We play horseshoes and have popsicle eating contests. We ride four-wheelers and measure who can slide the longest on the slip ‘n slide. We watch Cartoon Network and shop at Wal-mart everyday! We try and sneak in the kitchen while Mamaw is making her “Chocolate Chip Cake” so we can catch that secret ingredient she must put in there because her’s always turns out perfect and mine is a chocolate mush at the top. We lay on one of Grannie Dot’s quilts at the 50 yard line of the High School football field and eat hotdogs while we are waiting for the fireworks show to start. We sit in the Gazebo and look at magazines while drinking sweet tea and dream new design plans and solve the world’s problems.
These little Texas, boot clad feet are attached to the faces that I adore the most. Their smiles and laugher, their stories and adventures are what make our summers so full of life and color. And I will miss them this year. Too much packing and planning and paper signing going on here. Instead, we will be soaking up every last drop of summer we can squeeze out in this last month in Germany.
My heart will be in Texas though, doing all those things above.
-S
**This post is part of a circle of friends and other military photographers from around the world sharing their thoughts on the “colors of summer.” Please click to follow Amy next!
***Thanks for hanging with me during my blog hiatus. You would think this was my first move with the military as my thoughts and actions seem to be so scattered. Change is coming faster and harder than I expected. It’s good change, great change, but it’s still change and I seem to be hanging on to the things I know with both hands.  My “fly by the seat of my pants” attitude has just flown out the window!
