This morning, as I sit and tackle Mount Washmore, I reach a bunch of soaking wet school uniforms and smile to myself. You see, yesterday, shortly after we picked up the kids from school, it began to pour. Hard. We had already returned home, kids were inside doing homework, and I had decided to sit on our porch swing and enjoy the fact that it wasn’t blistering hot when the downpour began. My 19 month old was outside with me and got caught in it at first, standing perfectly still, shocked by it at first, but smiling. You already know her fascination with water. She made way over to her Little Tikes slide and just lavished in it, sliding ’til her little heart’s content. My 4 year old then made way outside for me, wanting to know why she was wet, and I encouraged him to join her. He got on his tricycle and pedalled away, giggling maniacally as he got more and more soaked. My older school-aged children moments later had been looking for me and came outside to see what fun their younger siblings were having. Regardless of how old they are (especially for my newly 13 year old), that glimmer in their eye that still shows how much they are still children asked me with just one simple look to join the young ones in their frolicking, without ever speaking a single word. “Go ahead, uniform and all, just take your shoes and socks off,” I said as they smiled ear to ear and ran with it, literally, finding the new rain spout gutter flooding the driveway, standing under it, being poured on, running in the rain as children should.
It was too mesmerizing to get up to get the camera. Life should always be that good.