12 weeks of freedom

Summer has arrived! And right on time.

Centennial Park
Centennial Park
Centennial Park

Every year since the 4th grade summer vacation has gone faster and faster. I say this because that was the summer I finally understood time passing. Before that the days were an endless buffet of exploring, climbing trees, riding my bike. I didn’t have a concept of time because I didn’t need one. Life was one big Saturday. And this year, this summer, it feels like eating dessert first – and with gusto, on purpose.

Is it our age? Or are we all in at a place where it’s time to savor the slower burn of time? Longer days, sun kissed shoulders. Water sports and beach days and hikes, camping, adventure.

Centennial Park
Centennial Park
Centennial Park
Centennial Park

There’s something about this season, these 12 weeks ahead of us, of freedom from rigorous charts and lists. Maybe it’s the age of our kids and the complete disregard for bedtimes or their ability to ride their bikes for miles at a time. Maybe something just opened up to us that we’ve never had before this summer. A new kind of opportunity.

Where grass stains are the mark of a well accomplished day. Where we keep track of how far our kites can fly and how long it takes for the first bite to bend our line off the end of the pier.

Centennial Park

This summer feels special. A giant red-bow wrapped package of time. And I can’t wait to tear into it.

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