Memorial Day Weekend always feels like the start of summer for me, because it's the weekend my family opens my grandparents' lake house in Northern California. Every year, these few days would entail the first boat trips, wake boarding runs, the sweet smell of sunscreen, and trips in swimsuit cover ups to the tiny ice cream store in town. 

I am a summer girl through and through, and I live for this season. The thought of the start of it alone makes me giddy. We have to skip opening weekend this year with the rest of my family for a destination wedding (no complaints there!), but we are so excited to be back at this lake later this summer. This is the same lake where we got married, and where countless other parties have been thrown. Being there feels like heaven on earth and it could not be any more special to me.

Summer, come quick.