I remember when “summer” was always an exciting word. It meant warmer weather, playing outside, trips to the beach, and best of all. . . no school!

I also remember when summer became less exciting. In college, summers also meant no school, and that meant less activity, less fun, less time with friends. I was also in Florida, where summers were much hotter. I was no longer waiting all winter for the snow to melt.

Now that I’m in my thirties, each summer has its own meaning. Sometimes each month of summer has its own meaning. Last summer was full of heat and hot work. I had to find ways to cool down, both physically and mentally. To take breaks and to catch my breath for a while.

This summer feels warm–but in a more enjoyable way. It’s warm because we have exciting things going on. It’s warm because I feel balanced. I’m especially looking forward to the Fourth of July because it’s one of my favorite holidays. There’s always something about the the smell of grilling, the sound of laughter, and the spectacle of fireworks that makes me feel warm inside.

What does “summer” mean to you? Does that meaning ever change, or does summer represent the same thing each year?