So this is summer.
The simplicity of life, with the dearest of friends.
A sweet tiny home, wide open doors, the warmth of a July evening. Passing plates over a wooden table adorned in chamomile flowers & tie-dyed napkins. The pouring of a pitcher, sharing stories and laughter, over roasted vegetables, mint muddled drinks, ice cream, and grilled peaches.
And while I spend most of my days, hyper focused on my work, I’ll remember nights like this.
The nights that matter. The nights that tickle my toes and tug at my heart strings. The nights with friends, who cherish our presence, sending us home with joy and grace in our hearts.
This, is summer.