Long, holiday weekends pretty much rock my socks off. Especially Memorial Day weekend. The unofficial official start to summer.
We started it off by introducing our winter white bodies to the sweet summertime sun. A day at the lake with sun, swimming and sand. Sunscreen? Remembering just a little too late.
Laying in the middle of the lake gently moving with the ripple of the waves from the boats afar, the sound of Jason Mraz playing on the a teenager's white stereo just down the beach, the feel of sand between my toes. The only time lunchables, fresh fruit, and bottled water make for the perfect lunch. Magazines with crinkled edges from wet fingers turing the page and adjusting your bikini only about a million times because either it got smaller or you got bigger.
Summer. It's here.
We ventured to the Minneapolis Farmer's Market, met family for dinner to celebrate my parent's wedding anniversary, went to Sex & the City 2, and enjoyed dining out. The remainder of the weekend was at home. On the deck. In the garden. Watering the flowers & herbs. Grilling out. Perfecting the combination of sweet tea & lemonade. Bonfires & Smores. And tending to our sun burned, winter white no more, bodies.