Your days are meant to be spent in the sun, the grass prickling beneath feet, books stacked high, ice water melting, sunblock perfuming skin.
Your evenings are destined for barbecues, backyard eating, cake and ice cream parties, soaking in the last rays of the setting sun, legs stretched out and arms relaxed in the moment of bliss.
August, you are my favorite month. You are celebration month: my birthday, my anniversary, my son's birthday, and if my daughter hand't jumped the gun and held steady with her due date, her birthday month would be you too. You are vacation month, and camping month and swimming in the river month and wringing every last drop out of summer month.
You are the crowning glory to summer and I treasure you above all other months!