My Kind of Summer

Dafodil days. Filled with laughter and ladybugs. Days spent ankle deep in the creeks at ECP. Days where we couldnt even remember if we had a thought. Only if we'd had fun.

We were minimalistic. Simplistic, on those summer days. Too easily entertained and we moaned and sighed when we had to gather our dafodil bracelets and dust the severed blades of grass from our shorts and summer camp tshirts. But we vowed to meet up again in "our spot".

And so thats how the summer continued. You sprawled beneath the willows and me tree climbing. Gazing down at you. Grinning as if I had just won an Olympic gold metal. I might as well have. And I'd hop down and let the blades of grass lick at my naked feet and we'd lay there.

Eyes closed, hearts open, and we spoke without saying a word. A silent understanding. And there were no uncomfortable silences. Just moments when we knew to just be. In each other's company. In the sunshine.

We were enjoying life. Every moment of it. We vowed to make sure we sucked everyday dry of happiness and we did. Without one regret. Even a scraped knee turned into a wonderous, hilarious experience. Because we were together. You and I. Crafting dafodil bracelets in the summer sun.