To you, summer, for being so dang beautiful. Have I told you lately that I love you? Because I do.
To you, immaculate refrigerator, for being like a bright ray of glorious sunshine whenever I open your door. It only took me two hours to clean you.
To you, perfectly worn-in pair of flip-flops, for allowing me to go as close to barefoot as possible when it is absolutely required that I wear shoes.
To you, McDonald's guy, for knowing that sometimes, a girl just needs an extra maraschino cherry in her chocolate milkshake.
To you, Mat Kearney, for being my new summer music go-to guy. And for losing the other "t" in your name. That's rad.
To you, paycheck, because you keep coming when I need you most.
To my little car, for the many miles I put on you during solo drives up Provo Canyon, just for kicks.
To you, Costa Vida, for always being there when I need a good pork salad. Which lately seems to be all the time.