Even the heat isn't what signals it is summer, to me. Aiden has been out of school for almost three weeks now, and even that doesn't make it feel like summer. I still get up early in the morning, take him to daycare instead of to school, and I go to work. I get to go outside once during the day in my walk to the Cancer Center to do my stocking and ordering there, but otherwise I am inside, until I clock out, roll down my car windows, and speed out of the parking lot.
Summer started today.
Today, after I had finished work, put a full hour in at the gym, went to the track and ran for half an hour, I stopped by Little Caesar's Pizza, picked up a cheese and a beef pizza and a couple of orders of bread sticks, picked Aiden up from the YMCA, and we drove down to the splash park. There, we met two of my best friends with their children, and we ate the pizza, the fresh fruit, we drank the water, and the boys ran around like crazy people.
Summer started today, because for the first time, my best friends and I had a chance to lay out in the sun and catch up. We got to sit in the grass, gangly arms and legs and the breasts of mothers, and we smiled, and laughed and shared our lives.
These women mean the world to me, they have been there for me, saved me from myself more times than I can count, and because of that, they are my family. The family that I CHOOSE.
We talked about boyfriends, past and present, plans for the coming weekend, what it is like to be single mothers to little boys.
Summer started today as our skin soaked up the vitamin D, the boys ran off to view Venus through a special telescope a group had set up (because Venus is passing between the earth and the sun for the first and only time in our lifetime.) We made plans to do it again.
Summer started today as I drove home with sun-kissed skin, tired beyond all belief, and incredibly happy.
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