I’m a little disappointed.
I feel like we haven’t really had the chance to spend any time together.
You were here for like a hot minute.
I heard from a friend that you’re talking about leaving?
What in the world?
Remember when we talked about going to the beach?
And the art galleries.
And the Grand Canyon.
And the tip of Florida.
And I patiently explained to you that I was going to eat summer salads and drink unsweetened tea and grow my own herbs and make healthy dinners each night and lose weight and then go and get a spray tan and highlight my hair.
Remember when I told you that my new skinny, tan, highlighted self was going to go to WalMart—hoping to run into someone that I went to high school with looking all summer-like and carefree and like I wasn’t even trying to look amazing.
Remember when I was going to bicycle down to the square.
Riding the cute bicycle with the basket and the flowers.
And then it was 112 degrees and an air-conditioned car seemed so much better.
All those plans.
All those hopes and highlighted dreams.
And now you have one foot out the door and all I have is sweaty hair, empty water bottles and painted red toes to show for your visit.
I heard yesterday that fall is knocking at the door.
He’s asking around about how to get here.
Someone told me he’s showing up 30 days from today.
I hope he’s cute.
I hope he’s cool.
I hope he’s bringing sweater weather with him when he comes.
But for now, it’s just you and me.
We still have a little bit of time left together.
Time for summer flowers.
Time for highlighted hair and red lipstick.
Time for sunshine.
Time to pull out that bicycle and precariously ride downtown.
Just a little more time.
And I’m treasuring every minute.
PS This post was brought to you by the flower section of Trader Joe’s. In an attempt to chase away a little sadness—I bought out the store. 🙂