I was traveling home from an afternoon full of errands. 

The sky was almost dark. My daughter and I were playing our favorite car game. She chooses a word, I spell it, she excitedly shouts the word as soon as I'm finished spelling. A small patter echoed off my windshield. It must be starting to rain. Another quick pat sounded on the glass. I don't see any raindrops. Pat...Pat..Pat.....Pat. I soon realized it was not the sound of rain. It was the sound of bugs. Splattering on my windshield. 

"Here it comes." I thought out loud. "Here comes summer and all the bugs that are going to come with it."

Today I headed out on the same road I was driving before. Splat... splat...splat..splat. The bugs are back and preparing for a full invasion. Sun up or down, it's their time to shine. I don't like bugs. Not one bit. But as I drove through this cloud of splattering bugs I couldn't help but swell with excitement. The season of bugs and heat is upon us. And that means summer.

Summer

The smell of grass and bar-b-que's.

Visiting family.

Vacations.

Kids playing outside. 

The 4th of July. 

Fireworks. 

Swimming, beaches, sprinklers and parks. 

Sweating. 

Sunscreen.

Insect Repellent.

Long, sunny days and playing into the night.

Snow Cones.

Hot Dogs.

Hamburgers.

Hopefully some Cotton Candy.

Festivals & Music.

Picnics & Walks.

Reasons to party every other weekend.

Celebrating outside all season long.

The list goes on and on of the memories summer has created. In younger times it meant no school and no work...a break from reality. But the adult world is different, school and work continue on. Clients and calls, cooking and laundry never take a break. Yet something about summer brings a renewed excitement. Maybe a reason to relax, hang with friends or spend time with family. 

Whatever it is...it's here. 

And yes, the bugs came with it. So spray up and party on.