In just a few weeks I will be lying on white sand soaking up the sun, the surf… and probably a margarita. I’ll watch my kids play in the sand. I’ll revel in their joy, bask in their beautiful memory-making, and thoroughly enjoy the way that they crash HARD at night.
But there is one thing that I won’t do.
I won’t try to get a tan.
I won’t lay on my towel in hopes that the sun will defy science and leave me without tan lines. I won’t find the lowest number of sunscreen just to say I was using some and then conveniently forget to apply it after a few hours. Those days are over… and for good reason.
I should know better, right? After years at the lake and the beach burning into a complete lobster. You’d think I’d learn. But I didn’t.
Even when my Grandma wisely stayed under the shady boat cover to protect her fair skin.
All. Summer. Long.
Even when I burned so badly on a beach in Thailand that it took two weeks for my forehead to start peeling.
Even when a small red spot appeared on my chest and never went away… for eight years.
I never learned.
I met a man this year who changed the way I will look at the sun forever. You can read all about it at the Knoxville Moms Blog, then please… pass it along to someone you care about.
And have a safe, wonderful summer!