Monkey Bars

This is the summer I am a preschool teacher and a fiancé.
Where emotions are raw and the morning are early.
It is a summer of child-like wonder and being a grown-up.
The jumps are high, and the falls hard.
It’s a summer of blue bruises and raised welts,
But our hands get stronger every day.
This is a summer of big girl choices and not being afraid,
Of commitments that make me more free.
These are the years between the monkey bars and marriage.
It’s lovely here.