While technically we still have a little over a week till summer begins for real, it sure felt like summer to me yesterday and today.

It’s that pool, hot afternoon association. Pool days will always mean the official arrival of summer. Along with chlorine hair smell. I liken it to battle wound scars. I smell it proudly.

I also find pools to be like how I imagine Heaven. Slow, soothing and relaxing. There is no trouble a pool can’t solve. I firmly believe that.

These afternoons with my Oldest M have been glorious. She’s one of my best Teachers. Reminding me just how fun it is to jump into the deep end and do the doggie paddle and Marco Polo.

The Sweet Days Of Summer are here to stay.