Summer is made for boating. Don't like that it messes up your hair? Get over yourself I tell you.
Back in the day of wood boats (we had two, Margie Lou IV & V) and small fiberglass ones (Margie Lou too, & Margie Lou 3) we boated in rain, sleet, snow (Ok, there was no snow but it's Michigan and it's entirely possible). It didn't matter. Times were much simpler. I washed my hair in the lake, we only used Ivory soap (it floated) and there were times when I smelled like smoke from the campfire all weekend after we pulled up and set up camp but slept on the boat!
I miss those days. I will be honest, I didn't even know people got married in the summer. Maybe my dad just told them, don't invite us, I didn't know about family reunions, because HELLO! we were on the boat. We left every Friday as soon as my dad got home from work and we rolled in Sunday night, tired as heck, just waiting for it to be Friday again!
I have the busiest of weekends coming up, blessings I am so glad I am not going to miss, but I long for simpler days. We're going out on Sunday after church, if only for a few hours (I have to pack for our Mission Trip that we are leaving for on Monday). I long for sunburns, and crazy hair, I long for that refreshing feeling of being all sweaty and jumping in the water to cool off. I long for a good book, and raft, and a diet pepsi. I even long for hauling up the anchor after a beautiful day out on the lake. I don't like to wish my time away, but I can't wait until it gets here!! Come on Sunday!!
Luke 21:29 (msg) He told them a story. "Look at a fig tree. Any tree for that matter. When the leaves begin to show, one look tells you that summer is right around the corner. The same here—when you see these things happen, you know God's kingdom is about here. Don't brush this off: I'm not just saying this for some future generation, but for this one, too—these things will happen. Sky and earth will wear out; my words won't wear out.