The time has come again--it comes every year. The time you decide to leave us--quietly slipping out the door.
I usually get mad at you--angry that you could leave me after all we've been through.
But I decided, rather than kicking and screaming in an end-of-summer tantrum, I'd just say thank you.
Thank you for the warm nights where we ate ice cream in the grass until the sun went down.
Thank you for your starry skies that blinked down on us as we sat by a fire, high on top of a mountain.
Thank you for the heat. OH! Dry summer heat that grabbed us by the hands and drug us to the pool, day after day.
Thank you for the s'mores. All 700 of them that I'm pretty sure I ate.
Thank you for no bedtimes, no schedules, no shoes, and no responsibilities, whatsoever.
Thank you for the opportunity we had to drive and drive and drive to see the the world's tallest trees, and to chase the waves in and out of the ocean.
Thank you for your warmth and rain that made the earth sprout and grow tall, so we could eat delicious food, straight from the ground.
Thank you for new freckles, sun kissed skin, and pink and fiery sunsets every night.
Thank you for your powerful thunderstorms that light up the house and shake the walls, reminding us that we are small.
Thank you for fireworks, rodeos and burgers on the grill.
Thank you summer, for being you. Don't forget to come back soon.