Three days. It’s been raining for THREE DAYS.
The Californian in me wants to scream, the married to a Washington guy wants to dance in it. So when the inches and inches of rain created the puddles in our street like they normally do, we took the kiddo out to jump around. Burning energy is important for Mommy’s sanity. Now that we have cooler weather and lots of rain, I’m starting to miss WA again. I just want to fill up my day pack, get a giant coffee from a drive-up stand, and spend the day in the trees. But alas… wrong coast. We have swamps here. And the only drive-up coffee place we have is Starbucks and the line is usually long and full of dysfunctional military families and Southerners who apparently need 7 coffees each.
But I’m still thankful for rain. It makes my husband happy. Kiddo loves puddle jumping. I love eating soup. See? It all works out for everyone. Well minus that fact that I haven’t been running, but after the half last weekend, my legs are probably more thankful than anything. I’ll be taking the rain as a reminder that when the weather is wonderful, I should be outside taking advantage. Let’s hope I can knock some fall bucket list items off when it clears up. Blue Ridge Parkway anyone? Yes. Let’s.
I love that my now 4 year old, still loves to do things he’s been doing since he could walk. He also does new things like telling me he missed me while he was at school, or calling me his best friend. I love him to pieces. Any time he wants to head out in 60 degree weather to jump in puddles, I’m all over it. Rain is a good thing.