They sat staring out at the rain, cradling double-handled cups of their afternoon snack in their hands. Grapes, they love grapes. You would think it was a cold winter day, though it was more than 80 degrees outside. In between mouthfuls they alternated between chasing one another around the house and pleading to go outside. By the time the rain relented, dinner was nearly finished cooking. This is how it goes with time. . . it simply gets away, often while we are consumed with the minutia of life. They do not have a monopoly on longing, but on this day theirs is all that matters.
How could I not have engaged their little dreams. My sister reminded me of a time not so long ago when I threw-off my bonds of dullness and traipsed through the rain with my oldest son, just because we could. We were soaked to the bone and loved every rain-drenched minute of it.
I can't get so caught in the routine
that I don't allow myself to get caught up in the moment.
The photo is my reminder.
Lest you think otherwise, this is what lay on the other side of those little hoods. . . that mischievous little grin melts my heart.
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