Summer has arrived.
In Nebraska that means it is 91 degrees. Or 62 degrees. Or both, in the same day. Add high winds.
In my life that means I wonder why God gave me a husband who despises air conditioning and considers "95 degrees and humid" to be a little slice of heaven when I am the sort of woman who wilts in any temperature above 72.
We are beginning our annual adjustment to shared summer living space. Can you say, "I'll compromise if you will because I love you so much"?
These two are almost getting along. Not quite best friends yet, but they know how to compromise because they love us so much:
We were going to have the grandparents visiting this week, but they won't be able to make it because my poor mom broke her foot! Heal quickly, Mom, and let's reschedule.
Anne and I had to go out, so Atticus took Betsy and Ramona to the carnival. Here's Ramona in the Scooby Doo Castle:
I have to say that I sometimes wish my family could be suspended in time so that I would never, ever miss certain moments and we could all be together, always.
(But I can pray we'll end up in that place, eh?)