I’d like to raise a toast.
A toast to summertime.
Cheers to the great outdoors. To sunshine kissed skin and freckles. To running through the rain without getting cold.
Here’s to baseball games with popcorn and peanuts. To fireworks and sparklers. To lakes and rivers and waterfalls and oceans.
Cheers to shady trees with picnic baskets beneath their cooling branches.
Cheers to sandy bathing suits and to dirty feet, sweaty t-shirts and muddy boots.
Cheers to the smell of charcoal grills and campfires. To mosquitos and fireflies. Here’s to the skinned knees and swollen bug bites.
To summer love.
To summer romance.
To summer heartbreak.
Cheers to nights with friends. To city lights and loud music. To desert sunsets and the chirping of crickets.
Here’s to running through corn fields. To playing capture the flag, flashlight tag, spin the bottle, and manhunt.
Here’s to sleeping under the stars. Here’s to waking up at noon.
Cheers to strawberry shortcake and ice cream cones. To mojitos and margaritas. To sunglasses and flip-flops and tank tops and sun dresses.
Here’s to pool noodles and boogie boards. To green grass and playing outside.
Cheers to the family vacations. To the long hours in the car, to the bickering in the backseat, to the fast food wrappers on the floor mats.
Here’s to feet hanging out the window of a maroon Pontiac Grand AM.
Here’s to three inner tubes tied together with friendship floating down the river. To free concerts and lawn seats and outdoor patios.
Cheers to smiles and laughter, adventure and new experiences.
To the friendships and families and fun.
Cheers to the summer.