I’m madly in love with the beautiful weather we’ve been having. I wait the entire year for these months of clear blue skies and warm, even hot days.  I love the way it feels to walk outside in only a tank top and shorts and not experience even the slightest chill, just a perfectly warm breeze, like a comfy hug.

My mom recently reminded me that I hated really hot weather as a kid. Although that may have been due more to a general talent for complaining (a talent I have not lost) than it was to actually disliking hot weather. As I get older – and she always promised me this day would come – I feel more and more guilty about being a pain in the butt little kid.