The Color of Summer
June 9th, 2014
I have a confession to make.
I think tan is beautiful.
I know, I know. Skin cancer, UV rays, wrinkles, etc. I know.
But as we roll into summer, I’m watching my beautiful children’s skin become kissed by the sun and take on that warm glow that says they’re spending their days outside and I Love It.
We slather up with sunscreen because I passed my talent for sunburn on to my kids, and I’m not about to encourage them to lounge pool-side in order to darken their hue, but the natural tan of summer?
That, I love.
For my kiddos, being tan in the summer is evidence of the memories they’re making. It tells the story of afternoons spent playing on the slip-n-slide, riding their bikes, swinging on the play set, and helping me garden.
Buggie’s adorable farmer’s tan – with his brown forearms and pasty white tummy – is a tribute to the hiking we’ve done and the trip to the County Fair and the fact that he likes to break dance in the driveway.
When Miss Mouse is in the sun, she gets freckles on her nose. Right now she has six. I love them so much I want to name them. But she’d probably find that weird.
It’s summer, friends. And there are few things in the world more beautiful than children in the summer.