Next time, I'm naming the whole post after you! :)

It's a beautiful summer day.  The sun is shining, the clouds are white and fluffy, and the sky is the palest blue!

What does that mean?

It means that I don't even want to poke my head out of the door until eight at night.  At the earliest.

The sun is not exactly my besty.  I've always been pale, except for that one time in middle school when I was first exposed to marching band.  The sun kicked my butt that time.  I recall some snarky comments made in the hallways about my "makeup", actually.  Is it a wonder that I don't have any overwhelming urges to tan again?

Besides, I've always seen a certain beauty in good-looking pale people that just can't be achieved by those people who tan until they look more like leather than skin.  I think there's something ethereal about them.  I can imagine them dwelling in the trees, offering rest and wisdom to wandering travelers, wearing flowing robes with their hair reflecting the moonli....

No, wait.  That's Lord of the Rings.

Anyway, the heat is not my friend.  We're not even casual acquaintances.  I loathe hot weather, and I'm pretty sure it hates me back.  My loyalty lies with a love of rainy days, and storms get me jump-around squealy excited, like a little kid.  If you ever meet up with me on a sunny day and I'm unreasonably angry at everything and nothing in particular, blame it on the heat.

So why do I find myself occasionally smiling when I see the sunlight coming in my bedroom window in the morning?  Why on earth would I ever wish for a glimpse of the sun's rays, even after days of cloud-covering darkness?

It's actually because of a new friend.  I didn't ever really talk to him until this semester, but now he's fully integrated into our group of friends, and we can't imagine life without him.  Heck, we can hardly imagine a day without him!  He doesn't exactly count as "new" in my mind because he's been around for months now, but for the sake of this blog post, I had to suspend that.  It makes a lot more sense to talk about my new attitude because of a new friend, even if the truth is closer to "I just now started seeing the sun since I got to actually know this guy".

Anyway.  Back on topic.  I couldn't figure out why I was getting a little friendlier with the sun than normal until I talked about it with another close friend.  She suggested that it was because this guy friend absolutely loves sunny days, and we weren't used to being around anyone who got excited over them before.  Then, ka-blam!  The truth finally shined through (pun intended).

Turns out, we like sunny days more than we ever have before just because we know that when we wake up to see the sun shining bright, we also know that he's going to be happy.

Happy sunny day, Caleb!



P.S.
Caleb: I know you weren't expecting to see your name in my post today.  I wasn't either, or I would have asked your permission.  The subject just came to me while I was sitting here, and I know you're out in the sun right now, so I'm not going to call you to ask if I can reveal your name to my millions of readers (haha).  Forgive me!  I can remove your name if you want.  Just let me know. :)