A life without love is like a year without summer.- Swedish Proverb
I happen to love summer in the South- the heat, the humidity, the storms, everything. Amir and I sat outside and watched the lightening last night, and it was beautiful. 

The other day we had an actual real-live ice cream truck come through our neighborhood. Mind you, it was flying down our street like the driver was in some sort of race, but Amir, being the loving father that he is, chased it down so Kiki could get a bit of her favorite treat.
I remember having daily visits growing up during the summer, but it's been years since I've seen one.

If I did have one complaint about the summer, it would be (these days anyway) school break ;-D. Good thing we have some beach trips to look forward to...
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