Last weekend we went to Legacy Village on Sunday, to exchange some of Jack's new clothes, have some Chipotle, and spend time with Melinda and Will. Evenings there are a bit of a tradition with our crew. They know just how to dance on the stage and run to the stores, stopping to balance on curbs, follow lines and "ring the bells" (aka covers for the rain gutters in the walls). A lovely evening was had by all. Then, at precisely the moment we emerged from Chipotle, the heavens opened and the remnants of tropical storm Isaac rolled in on us. We stood, hemming and hawing, under the awning of the restaurant. Nat debated going to get the van to pick us up. Melinda and Will debated whether to continue their plan to get frozen yogurt. Meanwhile, the children were darting out into the warm rain, delighted, dashing back to us and getting wetter by the moment. We figured we might as well walk toward the middle, while everyone was getting wet anyways.... so off we dashed to the covered area by Starbucks. The children ran and splashed the whole way and were so wet by the time we reached the overhang, that we gave in and stood and laughed and marveled as they ran out with utter abandon to dance in the rain.
It was an impressive band of storms. Thunder booming, rain sheeting almost horizontal, the tropical feel enhanced by the large-leaved planters across from us. The littles scooted into puddles and spun in circles, caught rain in their hands and rode the escalator up and down and it was the best, most unexpected, fifteen minutes of the evening.
Moments like this, it is absolutely clear to me just how much these little beings enhance my life. I need to dance in the rain more often....
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