I always hate questions that ask you to definitively pinpoint your favorite thing in a designated category, like your favorite restaurant or book or color. I could spend the rest of my life contemplating those questions and still not feel entirely confident of my answer. Because, what if I’m torn between multiple options or what if I name something and then later realize I forgot to account for another option?
Yes, I’m aware of my issues. Some of you are my people, so you feel my pain. And some of you are married to people like me, so you join support groups and/or embrace the fetal position.
Therefore, I’m not going to tell you my favorite thing about summer, because I can’t.
But I will confess to this:
One of the top three absolute, without a shadow of doubt, best things about summer
is the gift of moments of unfettered time
to just run free.
Happy Summer, y’all!
Also see Full-on Summer Part One, Part Two, Part Three, and Part Four.