We went to the park Sunday. Isabelle had been begging to go there most of the day. At one point my social butterfly of a daughter says to me in exacerbation, "EVERYONE is there!" Finally I am ready to walk to the park. When we arrive Isabelle is shocked to discover nobody is there. I am not.
Yes, on a sunny day in May when we are all suffering from cabin fever, haven't seen our neighbors in months, desperate to breath fresh air and delirious from lack of vitamin D, you will indeed find the EVERYONE at the park.
But, in the middle of July having caught up with our neighbors, spent several days basking in the sun, biking, swimming and experiencing the beautiful summer weather, this is just another routine summer day.
And that is the best part of summer. The routine. Simply being in summer and experiencing the dailiness of it all. Soon enough it will be over and winter will come again but the memories of these lazy summer days will get us through.
In the mean time Isabelle decided she didn't really want to play alone at the park so we went back home and she headed to a neighbors house to play instead and I took a book to the gazebo for the afternoon. It was a good day.