Dog Days of Summer

I adore this weather. For some, it's been a little cool, but for me the ideal temps are between 68 and 72 degrees, sunshine, cool nights . . . oh man. Heaven.

Last weekend, we had that scenario (for one day at least, the other was considerably warmer), and we spent the weekend at my parents' cabin. What a blast! Caleb was totally undone by all the sunshine, fresh air, time with both Mommy and Daddy, and we, likewise, had a great time—rested, played hard, and came home happy.

In my mind, my childhood was idillic. I grew up in the country, had a horse, and lived by a lake. Everyday was spent in the woods or in the water, and nothing can compete with the memories I have of my childhood summers. Last weekend was like reliving those days. What a blessing.

To the Dog Days of Summer. May they never end.