This weekend, we officially launch ourselves into fall.
I'm totally excited for it. Summer is absolutely my favorite season, but part of what's awesome about it is that around mid-September, I am always ready to embrace what comes next.
I am looking forward to the return of flannel shirts and big wrap scarves. To waking up to a chilly house and drinking coffee & tea because it's warm, not just because it tastes good. I am looking forward to pumpkins, a shift in farmer's market produce, decorating our house for the holidays and hosting Thanksgiving again for our families.
As I wait for all that, I want to take a look back at summer twenty twelve. This is the best summer I have ever had. And nope, I don't say that every year. (Or if I do, I am lying.) Much of what has made this summer great is the simple but monumental difference that Paul is home. It's fascinating to compare these past few months with the exact same months last year. I took a quick look through the archives and yep, last year, right around this time, was when the bottom dropped out and I realized just how long that deployment was going to be.
But this summer, and what almost feels like an excess of time together, has made up for it.
And so, from summer 2012...
I want to remember that we perfected how to barbecue chicken.
I want to remember the smell of BBQ flooding the upstairs through an open window.
I want to remember that coral nail polish was all I wanted to wear.
I want to remember going in the ocean for the first time in years and getting tossed by waves.
I want to remember how I cut each backyard tomato in half so we could both taste each one.
I want to remember those crazy basil harvests.
I want to remember how great the light was in this townhouse each evening.
I want to remember making pizzas every five days.
I want to remember the sense of accomplishment that came from having a garden.
I want to remember that we squeezed in four weddings.
I want to remember some of the best corn on the cob I've ever had.
I want to remember (the few!) lazy weekends.
I want to remember being thrilled every time Fun.'s Some Nights came on the radio...even if we had just heard it on another station.
I want to remember the lens popping out of my sunglasses almost daily.
I want to remember spending less money on things and more money on experiences.
I want to remember how we managed to avoid Olympics' spoilers.
I want to remember just how much we loved watching the Olympics together.
I want to remember how creative and productive I felt.
I want to remember the peace that came with deciding to not try for a baby this summer.
I want to remember breaking in new rainbows.
I want to remember racing through Battlestar Gallactica and so many books.
I want to remember sitting in the parking lot with the car windows down waiting for Paul to finish up work.
I want to remember celebrating cocktail hour.
I want to remember my total addiction to instagram.
I want to remember the sunsets we walked out to the beach to watch.
I want to remember this summer as truly one of the best.
*this post was inspired by a great one from Ali a few weeks ago.