Hot vs. HOT

There are different types of "hot" outside. The hot that makes the air so thick you can not even breath, and the hot that makes the sun sizzle a little on your bare skin yet the air is still bearably crisp. The second one beckons me to come out and play.

Today was hot, but the sunshine was so cheerful I had a major itch to get out and soak up some sun. I pondered many different activities, but one by one I came up with reasons they were not practical. Driving to the edge of the mountains to collect rocks with Peyton, not smart when I am so close due date. Going to Heart Park, Peyton would miss his nap. Walking the bike trail, too hot for that when I am as big as a house. Tend to my garden, my belly is too intrusive for me to get up and down that much. So what CAN I do then?!

By the time the idea came to me my day was almost over, but the sun was still shining bright. A picnic! It was late enough to do a dinner picnic with Ryan at the park. I pulled out the trusty old picnic basket, the checkered table cloth, and everything else I needed for my perfect dinner plans. I called Ryan and told him to come home I had a fun night planned. The amount of joy that fills my heart from the simplest things is rather silly, but just part of me I guess. I was giddy with excitement for my big picnic plan in the park!

The picnic was everything I hoped it would be (except for the huge dogs not on leashes running around that could swallow Bella in 5 seconds, and the mass of flies that were swarming us.) It was delightful!