a mid-summer's night.

so. freaking. hot.

apparently this white girl has been out of africa too long.

today the high was 106. yesterday the same. and the day before that, and before that, and...you get the idea. and the next four days? all the same thing...100+ temps. this heat reminds me of dakar. except our living room thermostat does not read 110 degrees at 11pm. and we have an air conditioner. so, yes, i am a baby. but geez, it's hot and the a.c. doesn't do so well in this heat with our million gigantic windows, wah, wah. so here we three sit, laying in front of oscillating fans and drinking cold water and sugar free kool-aid. and sure, it's hot and dry and did i mention it's hot? but secretly? secretly i enjoy it. because i know years from now we'll look back on this summer, this summer that has been so difficult and at the same time so very beautiful, we'll remember and laugh and smile. we'll think of the heat and the hot sun. the late evening walks with allie darling. we'll remember visiting my parents and sitting on the deck listening to the locust in the dark. we'll think of oscillating fans and tank tops, flip flops and sweaty necks. we'll remember how this summer God taught us hard lessons about faith and perseverance, we'll remember praying at night, our foreheads touching, tears rolling onto my pillow as we pour out our hearts to Him. we'll remember how we chose to not eat out much or go to movies and still had the most fun ever. we'll remember the stress and the anxiety and the beauty of God's faithfulness. and oh, how we'll remember this heat. this hot, hot oklahoma summer.