Summer 2015 / I want to remember…

Summer 2015 / I want to remember…

September 19, 2015

September 19, 2015

Summer is my favorite, the season of my soul, so everything feels a little more special. I did a post of this kind last year, in 2013, and in 2012 and in the past it’s been one of those posts that I refer back to all year long until the next summer arrives and my soul feels at home again.

This year I’m looking forward to this next season, and doing all the holiday things with my boyfriend John for the first time, but there was still so much beauty from Summer 2015 I want to remember…

I want to remember eating cherries on National Donut Day when everyone else was eating doughnuts.

I want to remember feeling pretty trying on my sister’s new glasses.

I want to remember that this was the summer of mom building the ‘cat habitat’ with her bare hands.

I want to remember Natalie’s baby shower and sitting with the girls, and telling them about John, and talking to Eileen, and Lucy’s amazing cupcakes.

I want to remember mom’s Italian dinner afterwards with the boys.

I want to remember my third trip to the me & my BIG ideas office in California.

I want to remember about the text John sent me joking, “I don’t know about this whole long distance thing.”

I want to remember the morning run Jen & I took.

I want to remember how different this work trip felt now that I had a sweet new boyfriend waiting for me at home.

I want to remember how happy & smitten I was, even thousands of miles away from him.

I want to remember my first night back, and our date to go ‘couch sitting’, eat burgers at Shake Shack, and see Jurassic World in 3D. This was also the night he said, “Babe, get the chair ready.”

I want to remember nom nomming on Bitt’s German chocolate cake, and him coming over one Monday night after this long shift to have a piece.

I want to remember all the Happy Planning I did.

I want to remember forever and ever that ‘happy as a clam’ face Dan had while sitting outside in his new cat habitat my mom built him.

I want to remember when John and I sat next to each other and played ‘Heads Up’ with my cousin Lauren.

I want to remember how he looked like Grandpa Joe with the covers up to his chin.

I want to remember getting ready in my new apartment and feel awkward.

I want to remember my many trips to IKEA.

I want to remember ‘selfie Saturdays’ with Maggie at the gym.

I want to remember being on the other side of ‘Good Things Happening’.

I want to remember what John answered when I asked him the question “Is a sweet potato a carb?”

I want to remember Dan & Jack the two best brothers I never knew I wanted.

I want to remember the plans I thought would get done in June, July, and August. Haa haa! Pshhtt! No.

I want to remember my polka dot jumpsuit vibes.

I want to remember smoothies & want to start up #NoJokeJuly again.

I want to remember that Saturday evening we spent in my bed – him working & me snapping pics.

I want to remember this Summer’s many #newfavoritedressondisplay.

I want to remember Carlo and Natalie’s daughter Gabriella being born.

I want to remember this year’s 4th of July.

I want to remember how the day before he called me up in the evening and asked me to go with him to Old Navy to pick out an outfit.

I want to remember that this 4th of July was the first BIG holiday John and I celebrated together.

I want to remember my red lips throughout the day, and my red/white/blue outfit.

I want to remember the time spent at his family’s house.

I want to remember watching the fireworks on his friend’s front lawn while standing behind him for safety.

I want to remember him holding that sparkler.

I want to remember the after-party, meeting his high school friends, and feeling my age.

I want to remember sleepover his house afterwards, and him coming in to kiss me on the cheek in the morning.

I want to remember me & mom’s day out the next day to BJ’s and couch shopping at Raymour and MACY*S.

I want to remember us working next to each other.

I want to remember that morning I caught myself in the mirror and realized the gym is working.

I want to remember Aunt Laura’s birthday BBQ this year and how Ryan and most of the fam was able to be there, and got to meet John.

I want to remember when John fixed my flat tire.

I want to remember our first bike ride together.

I want to remember dinner with my parents and them criticizing me saying, “I wasn’t diligent enough in looking for a couch,” and how John & I got up and when couch shopping then and there.

I want to remember finding my couch at Bob’s Furniture later that evening.

I want to remember him on that ridiculous recliner chair.

I want to remember how cute he looked sun bathing.

I want to remember that silly Bachata class in Roslyn taught by a Ukrainian Ballroom Dancer.

I want to remember finally buying my LAPPLJUNGRUTA rug for my apartment after crushing on it for over a year in my mind.

I want to remember Dad’s birthday dinner at El Lavrador with the fam.

I want to remember hanging in the pool w/ Jackie & baby Luke.

I want to remember Max’s birthday party and John meeting Jamina and Lev for the first time.

I want to remember how fun it was to have me & my BIG ideas Fancy Tats™ metallic tattoos on my body for a few days.

I want to remember the second Bachata class at that silly ballroom dance school.

I want to remember when he helped me pick up my mattress from Sleepy’s.

I want to remember looking up and seeing Jack, Alejandro, and Carmen’s  belly under the bench.

I want to remember that Tuesday night spent ‘garbage picking’ with Karen, and how in the first 15 minutes I found my dining chairs and rolling bar cart.

I want to remember that when you’re moving into a new apartment, there are no such thing as weekends. Weekends are for Home Depot.

I want to remember laying next to him sun-bathing. Summer at its fullest and most relaxing!

I want to remember my long dining room table dreams coming true and the first meal I had on it with dad.

Oh, gosh, do I want to remember John’s birthday, our first birthday of ours together.

I want to remember the crazy hectic day before and day of his birthday.

I want to remember those white balloons in my apartment.

I want to remember the ridiculous FB invite I made for it.

I want to remember everyone outside the gym, and marching up the stairs quietly, and bursting in singing to him.

I want to remember having champagne with him back at the apartment and watching him read my card, and open my gifts, and “test out” his new computer tray drunk on champagne and looking like Stevie Wonder playing the piano.

I want to remember this photo…

…and how relaxed his face looks, and how he’s holding me.

I want to remember those first few days living in my new apartment.

I want to remember the five weeks it took my DIY those dining chairs from the garbage picking night.

I want to remember that it was our first Summer with Jack & Dan and that Jack is so totally my little brother.

I want to remember dinner with the girls in my apartment for the first time, and John meeting Rita for the first time.

I want to remember that karaoke Tuesday evening with mom and her friends that turned into a sister duet night!

I want to remember singing Chumbawumba’s Tubthumping and thinking the chorus a great anthem for life “I get knock down, but I get up again…you’re never gonna keep me down.”

I want to remember Maria turning the fan toward us at the gym and commenting that “if I’m going to a 2-minute plank-hold, I want to feel like Beyonce doing it. ”

I want to remember taking Vanessa’s ‘V’ pillow and turning it into an ‘A’ pillow.

I want to remember our last dinner before he left for two weeks to El Salvador.

I want to remember how thankful I was to have my mom’s house to sleep at those first few nights he was gone.

I want to remember my pink dry erase board becoming a creative outlet for my feelings.

I want to remember the Friday night that was Schumerganza with my cousin and sister and watching Trainwreck!

I want to remember this as the summer I settled into my first place!

I want to remember having a hard time deciding which white was going to go on the walls.

I want to remember walking around the flora barefoot for the first time.

I want to remember Leslie coming in with his paint gear, and how the ceiling looked when he was done.

I want to remember mom helping me measure every inch of the apartment.

I want to remember the the feeling I got when I knew I picked the right light fixture.

I want to remember the days spent cleaning every each on the apartment with mom and learning how to mop.

I want to remember the first time I saw the light swagged.

I want to remember fining that pineapple keychain in H&M.

I want tot remember the first day working from the new apartment and spinning around my living room rug in my long floral maxi.

I want to remember the all our mugs all in a row.

I want to remember my couch being delivered.

I want to remember those clear Tobias chairs placed at the corners for us.

I want to remember making those Skinny Taste multigrain bread pizzas for the first time.

I want to remember his texts…each and every sweet one of them.

I want to remember Carmen under the covers.

I want to remember all the #ARZ_mealsforeals.

I want to remember listening to #cawfeetawk and music from our ghetto speaker (a.k.a. my giant round mug).

I want to remember when Wendy and I were TEAM NEON at the gym.

I want to remember cute little Preston Dominic Harris.

I want to remember sitting in the back seat of mom’s car with John to go 2 hours upstate to cousin James & Sandra’s pool party.

I want to remember wearing my new bathing suit.

I want to remember us swimming towards each other and hugging in the water, being surrounded by family and smiling faces.

I want to remember John and I falling asleep on the lounges and my mom talking smack about it.

I want to remember putting my head on his lap on the long drive home.

I want to remember finally finishing my DIY ding chairs, and reupholstering the seat cushions.

I want to remember watching John begin to really love the cats, and how he started called them “the kids”.

I want to remember those mornings in bed with the three of us, being the only one awake to document it.

I want to remember Aunt Deb sending me the same picture of her, Uncle Matt, and Jessie.

I want to remember mom and her catty-corners!!!

I want to remember the week I cheated on John with pairs of glazed donuts from Dunkin.

I want to remember mom helping me build that giant IKEA shelf.

I want to remember feel pretty while heading off to the gym.

I want to remember our few Skype calls while he was in El Salvador.

I want to remember that Thursday night the apartment (finally) felt like HOME to me.

I want to remember that video I share that showed how I ask john for kisses all the time.

I want to remember how hard it was (still is) to tell Alejandro tables are for glasses, not for asses.

I want to remember making my DIY photo coasters.

I want to remember building my IKEA desk all on my own.

I want to remember my gym pals.

I want to remember mom inviting herself over, and joining us girls for pizza.

I want to remember the day he came home from El Salvador.

I want to remember waking up to the text above, and feeling relief.

I want to remember him walking through my door later that evening looking more brown and more relaxed than when he had left.

I want to remember how he kissed me ‘hello’ like he was saying ‘SO HAPPY TO BE BACK’.

At the end of my past two summers there was a defining moment that felt like ‘the end of summer’ for me. This year, there has been no defining moment. John returned from El Salvador and we’ve been continuing to stay the course: grow and work hard and support & encourage each other and talk of future things…

We saw Amy Schumer, started taking Bachata lessons, attempted to see Jimmy Fallon, have an upcoming baptism and wedding to attend, Halloween to dress up for, my birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas & New Years …I think we’re ready to be that somebody for each other through these silly life things…Fall is the next season of our lives, and I’m learning to get through each season, each month, each week, each day — loving fully & appreciating what he has brought to my life.

This summer I want to remember how blessed I was to get to love him, and how blessed I was to be loved back. Family, friends, food, and fun were added bonuses. Here’s to a great rest of 2015! Let’s do it!

Summer is my favorite, the season of my soul, so everything feels a little more special. I did a post of this kind last year, in 2013, and in 2012 and in the past it’s been one of those posts that I refer back to all year long until the next summer arrives and my soul feels at home again.

This year I’m looking forward to this next season, and doing all the holiday things with my boyfriend John for the first time, but there was still so much beauty from Summer 2015 I want to remember…

I want to remember eating cherries on National Donut Day when everyone else was eating doughnuts.

I want to remember feeling pretty trying on my sister’s new glasses.

I want to remember that this was the summer of mom building the ‘cat habitat’ with her bare hands.

I want to remember Natalie’s baby shower and sitting with the girls, and telling them about John, and talking to Eileen, and Lucy’s amazing cupcakes.

I want to remember mom’s Italian dinner afterwards with the boys.

I want to remember my third trip to the me & my BIG ideas office in California.

I want to remember about the text John sent me joking, “I don’t know about this whole long distance thing.”

I want to remember the morning run Jen & I took.

I want to remember how different this work trip felt now that I had a sweet new boyfriend waiting for me at home.

I want to remember how happy & smitten I was, even thousands of miles away from him.

I want to remember my first night back, and our date to go ‘couch sitting’, eat burgers at Shake Shack, and see Jurassic World in 3D. This was also the night he said, “Babe, get the chair ready.”

I want to remember nom nomming on Bitt’s German chocolate cake, and him coming over one Monday night after this long shift to have a piece.

I want to remember all the Happy Planning I did.

I want to remember forever and ever that ‘happy as a clam’ face Dan had while sitting outside in his new cat habitat my mom built him.

I want to remember when John and I sat next to each other and played ‘Heads Up’ with my cousin Lauren.

I want to remember how he looked like Grandpa Joe with the covers up to his chin.

I want to remember getting ready in my new apartment and feel awkward.

I want to remember my many trips to IKEA.

I want to remember ‘selfie Saturdays’ with Maggie at the gym.

I want to remember being on the other side of ‘Good Things Happening’.

I want to remember what John answered when I asked him the question “Is a sweet potato a carb?”

I want to remember Dan & Jack the two best brothers I never knew I wanted.

I want to remember the plans I thought would get done in June, July, and August. Haa haa! Pshhtt! No.

I want to remember my polka dot jumpsuit vibes.

I want to remember smoothies & want to start up #NoJokeJuly again.

I want to remember that Saturday evening we spent in my bed – him working & me snapping pics.

I want to remember this Summer’s many #newfavoritedressondisplay.

I want to remember Carlo and Natalie’s daughter Gabriella being born.

I want to remember this year’s 4th of July.

I want to remember how the day before he called me up in the evening and asked me to go with him to Old Navy to pick out an outfit.

I want to remember that this 4th of July was the first BIG holiday John and I celebrated together.

I want to remember my red lips throughout the day, and my red/white/blue outfit.

I want to remember the time spent at his family’s house.

I want to remember watching the fireworks on his friend’s front lawn while standing behind him for safety.

I want to remember him holding that sparkler.

I want to remember the after-party, meeting his high school friends, and feeling my age.

I want to remember sleepover his house afterwards, and him coming in to kiss me on the cheek in the morning.

I want to remember me & mom’s day out the next day to BJ’s and couch shopping at Raymour and MACY*S.

I want to remember us working next to each other.

I want to remember that morning I caught myself in the mirror and realized the gym is working.

I want to remember Aunt Laura’s birthday BBQ this year and how Ryan and most of the fam was able to be there, and got to meet John.

I want to remember when John fixed my flat tire.

I want to remember our first bike ride together.

I want to remember dinner with my parents and them criticizing me saying, “I wasn’t diligent enough in looking for a couch,” and how John & I got up and when couch shopping then and there.

I want to remember finding my couch at Bob’s Furniture later that evening.

I want to remember him on that ridiculous recliner chair.

I want to remember how cute he looked sun bathing.

I want to remember that silly Bachata class in Roslyn taught by a Ukrainian Ballroom Dancer.

I want to remember finally buying my LAPPLJUNGRUTA rug for my apartment after crushing on it for over a year in my mind.

I want to remember Dad’s birthday dinner at El Lavrador with the fam.

I want to remember hanging in the pool w/ Jackie & baby Luke.

I want to remember Max’s birthday party and John meeting Jamina and Lev for the first time.

I want to remember how fun it was to have me & my BIG ideas Fancy Tats™ metallic tattoos on my body for a few days.

I want to remember the second Bachata class at that silly ballroom dance school.

I want to remember when he helped me pick up my mattress from Sleepy’s.

I want to remember looking up and seeing Jack, Alejandro, and Carmen’s  belly under the bench.

I want to remember that Tuesday night spent ‘garbage picking’ with Karen, and how in the first 15 minutes I found my dining chairs and rolling bar cart.

I want to remember that when you’re moving into a new apartment, there are no such thing as weekends. Weekends are for Home Depot.

I want to remember laying next to him sun-bathing. Summer at its fullest and most relaxing!

I want to remember my long dining room table dreams coming true and the first meal I had on it with dad.

Oh, gosh, do I want to remember John’s birthday, our first birthday of ours together.

I want to remember the crazy hectic day before and day of his birthday.

I want to remember those white balloons in my apartment.

I want to remember the ridiculous FB invite I made for it.

I want to remember everyone outside the gym, and marching up the stairs quietly, and bursting in singing to him.

I want to remember having champagne with him back at the apartment and watching him read my card, and open my gifts, and “test out” his new computer tray drunk on champagne and looking like Stevie Wonder playing the piano.

I want to remember this photo…

…and how relaxed his face looks, and how he’s holding me.

I want to remember those first few days living in my new apartment.

I want to remember the five weeks it took my DIY those dining chairs from the garbage picking night.

I want to remember that it was our first Summer with Jack & Dan and that Jack is so totally my little brother.

I want to remember dinner with the girls in my apartment for the first time, and John meeting Rita for the first time.

I want to remember that karaoke Tuesday evening with mom and her friends that turned into a sister duet night!

I want to remember singing Chumbawumba’s Tubthumping and thinking the chorus a great anthem for life “I get knock down, but I get up again…you’re never gonna keep me down.”

I want to remember Maria turning the fan toward us at the gym and commenting that “if I’m going to a 2-minute plank-hold, I want to feel like Beyonce doing it. ”

I want to remember taking Vanessa’s ‘V’ pillow and turning it into an ‘A’ pillow.

I want to remember our last dinner before he left for two weeks to El Salvador.

I want to remember how thankful I was to have my mom’s house to sleep at those first few nights he was gone.

I want to remember my pink dry erase board becoming a creative outlet for my feelings.

I want to remember the Friday night that was Schumerganza with my cousin and sister and watching Trainwreck!

I want to remember this as the summer I settled into my first place!

I want to remember having a hard time deciding which white was going to go on the walls.

I want to remember walking around the flora barefoot for the first time.

I want to remember Leslie coming in with his paint gear, and how the ceiling looked when he was done.

I want to remember mom helping me measure every inch of the apartment.

I want to remember the the feeling I got when I knew I picked the right light fixture.

I want to remember the days spent cleaning every each on the apartment with mom and learning how to mop.

I want to remember the first time I saw the light swagged.

I want to remember fining that pineapple keychain in H&M.

I want tot remember the first day working from the new apartment and spinning around my living room rug in my long floral maxi.

I want to remember the all our mugs all in a row.

I want to remember my couch being delivered.

I want to remember those clear Tobias chairs placed at the corners for us.

I want to remember making those Skinny Taste multigrain bread pizzas for the first time.

I want to remember his texts…each and every sweet one of them.

I want to remember Carmen under the covers.

I want to remember all the #ARZ_mealsforeals.

I want to remember listening to #cawfeetawk and music from our ghetto speaker (a.k.a. my giant round mug).

I want to remember when Wendy and I were TEAM NEON at the gym.

I want to remember cute little Preston Dominic Harris.

I want to remember sitting in the back seat of mom’s car with John to go 2 hours upstate to cousin James & Sandra’s pool party.

I want to remember wearing my new bathing suit.

I want to remember us swimming towards each other and hugging in the water, being surrounded by family and smiling faces.

I want to remember John and I falling asleep on the lounges and my mom talking smack about it.

I want to remember putting my head on his lap on the long drive home.

I want to remember finally finishing my DIY ding chairs, and reupholstering the seat cushions.

I want to remember watching John begin to really love the cats, and how he started called them “the kids”.

I want to remember those mornings in bed with the three of us, being the only one awake to document it.

I want to remember Aunt Deb sending me the same picture of her, Uncle Matt, and Jessie.

I want to remember mom and her catty-corners!!!

I want to remember the week I cheated on John with pairs of glazed donuts from Dunkin.

I want to remember mom helping me build that giant IKEA shelf.

I want to remember feel pretty while heading off to the gym.

I want to remember our few Skype calls while he was in El Salvador.

I want to remember that Thursday night the apartment (finally) felt like HOME to me.

I want to remember that video I share that showed how I ask john for kisses all the time.

I want to remember how hard it was (still is) to tell Alejandro tables are for glasses, not for asses.

I want to remember making my DIY photo coasters.

I want to remember building my IKEA desk all on my own.

I want to remember my gym pals.

I want to remember mom inviting herself over, and joining us girls for pizza.

I want to remember the day he came home from El Salvador.

I want to remember waking up to the text above, and feeling relief.

I want to remember him walking through my door later that evening looking more brown and more relaxed than when he had left.

I want to remember how he kissed me ‘hello’ like he was saying ‘SO HAPPY TO BE BACK’.

At the end of my past two summers there was a defining moment that felt like ‘the end of summer’ for me. This year, there has been no defining moment. John returned from El Salvador and we’ve been continuing to stay the course: grow and work hard and support & encourage each other and talk of future things…

We saw Amy Schumer, started taking Bachata lessons, attempted to see Jimmy Fallon, have an upcoming baptism and wedding to attend, Halloween to dress up for, my birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas & New Years …I think we’re ready to be that somebody for each other through these silly life things…Fall is the next season of our lives, and I’m learning to get through each season, each month, each week, each day — loving fully & appreciating what he has brought to my life.

This summer I want to remember how blessed I was to get to love him, and how blessed I was to be loved back. Family, friends, food, and fun were added bonuses. Here’s to a great rest of 2015! Let’s do it!

  1. armycarebearwife14@yahoo.com

    September 20th, 2015 at 11:36 pm

    Your posts are very inspiring and make me happy 🙂 I think I will do one like this again lol

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