I wish I may, I wish I might...

Thursday night I went to a show at our community theater with my dad. Afterward, we milled around and talked to everyone we knew because... well, it's what we do. When we were satisfied and practically the last people standing, we headed back out to my dad's convertible. We put the top down and rode home with the warm summer wind in our hair. The Beach Boys were singing loudly over the radio when we got to the bridge before my house, and I tilted my head back and sang straight up at the clear, starry sky. It felt like the summers when I was little riding in the convertible listening to ZZTop and the Eagles. It didn't bother me at all that my hair was whipping mercilessly around my face. I just thought happily to myself, "This... this is summer."

I hope I have moments like that... driving under the stars and singing oldies music with my dad... every summer.