Sweet, Sweet Summer

Last Camp Group

Latvia 2005

The last day of third grade

The beginning of summer always makes me nostalgic. I remember how exciting it was as a child, the little things you know. It would have to be 90 degrees for three days in a row, for me to be allowed to go swimming. The anticipation of the last day of school. Getting cable for the summer if I had perfect attendance. Every year after the "end of the school year party" my mom and I would meet my dad at the pool for usually the first time of the season. My birthday. Vacation Bible School. Children's/Middle/High school camp. Latvia. Things are quite different this year. Not bad, but just different. Of course the biggest difference is for the first time in nine years I won't be going to Latvia. Even as I type this, big fat crocodile tears stream down my cheeks. If you know me at all, you know how dear Latvia is to my heart. Maybe I'll blog about it further, later. Anyway, I'm going to real summer school, and for the first time in my whole life I will be in school on my birthday. I wonder if I could bring cupcakes to my 90 something peers in 20th century music. For the first time since I was 4 I won't be a part of a VBS. I'm going to have craft withdrawals. On the brighter side, I get to have my first summer with a husband. I'm not sure what this means. I hope it means little weekend trips to the beach, swimming in our empty apartment complex, and enjoying a mostly empty BRYAN/COLLEGE STATION! I'm most excited about that. I'm also pretty excited about turning 21. So, I'm going to embrace this summer with open arms, tears, joy, and trust. Here's to a great summer.