The rain was coming down in a steady, melodic drizzle.
Storms are a rare sight to see around here, and oh, how I love a good rain. I pulled a blanket around my shoulders and stepped outside with Savannah, and we huddled together, warm in our little cocoon.
But since she's 3, cuddling only lasts for so long, and she popped out and inched her way towards the edge, where the roof stopped and the sky began. At first she just put out a hand, tentatively, and then shrieked and pulled it back when the rain splashed and ran down her arm.
That's wet, Mama, she informed me.
She did it again. Her hand, and then a shoe. She stuck out her tongue to catch a drop, and her curly hair straightened into wet strands.
And then she was dancing in the rain.
Pure abandon. Such joy. Such freedom.
I wish I could dance like that.
We had a wonderful, simple Easter. Wonderful because of Jesus.
Wonderful, also, because our friends, who know that we have no family in the area and always take us under their wing, invited us over for a mid-afternoon lunch. Followed by an Easter Egg Hunt that lasted about 1 minute and 4 seconds. Those kids are fast.
Thank you, Sara, for hosting Project 365.