I love the rain. Everything about it. The sight, sound, and smell of it. Last night I was sitting on our porch and Charlie, our four year old, came out to sit with me. He asked why I was sitting in the rain. I told him I just liked it. Charlie stuck his hand out to feel the rain and I quickly issued my typical, “be careful. . . ” What was I saying? Be careful of what? Getting wet? I looked at him and asked if he wanted to go in the rain. He was obviously surprised by this invitation and hesitated for a moment before asking for his rain coat and his hooded shirt. I told him that it was warm and he can just go play.
Oh, the sound that escaped from his throat was complete joy! He quickly ran in and called his sister to join him and I ran behind to grab my camera. . . .
What a great mom you are! Dancing and playing in warm summer rain are some of my absolute favorite memories from childhood. I'm sure C&C will treasure it, too. And most of all they'll remember that their Mommy was so awesome for letting them!
(That picture of them with their mouths to the sky is absolutely priceless, S!)
i used to love when my mom would let me go play in the rain in the summer. it really felt magical, like something special. and then even better was coming in to a warm towel and a snack. those were good days.
they will NEVER forget these things and i admire you for recognizing that living in the moment is all we have.
i'm renaming your blog "Running Tears" because i keep crying when i read it.
i love you, friend.
I like.
I have tears in my eyes.
I think, "Running Tears" is supremely accurate.
(I'll say it again. I'm so glad you're doing this.)
I love it! I wish I could have been there. Love the pictures!