I was on my back patio this morning with my bowl of fruit, marveling at my little plants and trying to figure out how I am going to hang my new patio lights, when I remembered how my summer mornings used to be.

We would stay the night at grandma and grandpas and wake up super early, go to the local donut shop, bring them back with our chocolate milk and sit on the gazebo outside. The birds would be chirping, the breeze would be just right and Tanner and I would be laughing, undoubtedly, at a joke grandpa just made. Grandma would be watering the plants around us and asking us what adventure we wanted to go on that afternoon.

I loved those mornings.

Since I moved to California, there have been many days when those memories come to mind. Some days, I go to the donut shop a few blocks down and bring them back and sit outside. Other days, I'm content with a healthier food choice, my MacBook and a nice cup of coffee.

What are your favorite summer memories?