I watched my son play in the warm summer rain this afternoon with absolute awe & delight. One of those times I wished I could capture it through photo just in case my early dementia became more concerning. As he splashed in a mud puddle without any hesitation, I wondered about those exact moments...
I wondered when that exact moment was when I decided to run inside instead of just allowing the gentle raindrops to run down my face ...or when that exact moment occurred when I turned away my sweet mother's embrace as she dropped me off at school.....or when I stopped looking for the honeysuckles at the beginning of every summer.....when was that day I started to care about what others thought of me instead of what was right and made me happy?
I couldn't exactly remember those exact moments but I smiled just the same, danced with him in the rain and remembered instead when these moments started to return again...Thank you my sweet child, may you always dance in the rain!
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