... is not Christmas. It is not my birthday. It's not even Halloween (though that does rank terribly high).
It is the day I finally am able to unpack my warm weather clothes. The day I look up the forecast to find that it's not supposed to drop below 60 degrees again for the foreseeable future. When I replace the sweaters and other long, dark clothes in my closet with light, bright cotton dresses, tank tops and capris. Switch out my boots for flip flops.
Oh, Summer Clothes Day, how I love thee. Thank you for coming. Tonight I will celebrate and toast you with homemade pizza, root beer, and an Ingrid dance party.