Kyle and I with my grandparents on our wedding day, June 1998
Dear Grandma and Grandpa,
Of course it makes sense that summer always reminds me of you. How many summer days and weeks did we spend in your home throughout my childhood? My tummy always tingled with excitement when our station wagon would finally pull into your driveway. We would strap on the shoes we had abandoned hours before on the outset of our road trip and race to the front door where we would be caught up in enthusiastic embraces from each of you.
I've been thinking about each of you so much lately.
I cannot even tell you with words known to mankind how much I love summer.
Yeah, yeah. It's hot. And if I didn't live in the luxury of an air-conditioned house and an air-conditioned car that shuttles me back and forth from one air-conditioned shelter to another, I am sure I would sing a different song.
But because I do live in the luxury of protection from the hot, I am free to indulge in all of the coat-free, sock-free, shiver-free, icy-wind-that-takes-your-breath-away-free goodness that is summer.
