Summer is Happiness.

I know that I can't speak for other cold Midwestern girls.
But as for me, I crave sunlight and warmth beginning around January 1st.

I crave sun on my face, turning my skin golden;

jumping in the car and driving around with the windows open, hair all tangled, music blasting;

never taking my flip flops off;

having awesome tan lines;

going to fairs - fair food is da bomb diggity;

two words: bike rides;

the beach, of course - getting sand stuck everywhere, splashing in the water and not caring who is looking, my hands getting all sticky from melting ice cream;

Summer is the time of year when anything can happen, where it is ok to hope for better things than what you have.

Summer is happiness.