This afternoon, the blistering hot day gave way to a surprising thunderstorm.
Our cul-de-sac turned into an outdoor sauna as hot rain fell upon our thirsty yard. [Am I the only one who gets a strong sense of satisfaction from feeding my plants rain water?]
Half of the sky was still sunny, half was a dismal gray — and I summoned the 3-year-old to come watch the storm with me on our front porch.
We sat for a while and just chatted in the fun way that you do with a 3-year-old. We saved a beetle from the waterfall flowing off our gutters. We dangled our toes over the edge of the porch.
And then I asked: do you want to go play in the rain?
He gave me that kind of smile where his whole face scrunches up — and with a little coaxing was soon soaking wet, splashing in puddles, and twirling in the grass.
And I thought: this is what I always want for my family.
A sense of adventure. An affection for rainstorms. And not a second thought when it comes to getting your feet wet.
“Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you’ll look back and realize they were big things.”