Ever since I started kindergarten, I’ve looked forward to the beginning of summer. Long days at the beach, hot sun and cold watermelon, ice cream dripping down to your elbow.
And no school!
Summer has always meant freedom. Yay! Blissful days of no pressure!
Not this year. This year is different. This year I am mourning the end of the school year.
Oh, I know. There will still be thunderstorms and barbecues and a few beach days.
But this summer the freedom means that I won’t spend every day with my closest companion. The person I have had breakfast and lunch with every day since November. The person who kisses me more than the dogs and the husband combined. My BFF. The one I dream about most nights.
Sure. She lives ten minutes from here and her Mom and I love to spend time together. I know. I’ll probably see her three out of every five days.
It won’t be the same. Sigh.
Stupid old summer.
Me and Tucker plan to pout all summer. We want fall.