Rain Boots and Early Spring

This morning I pulled on my coat  as I got ready to head to the mailbox . I was expecting the cold and instead I was happily greeted by warm air that smelled of springtime. The light breeze was sweetness, and the sun was shining, which hasn’t happened for days now.  I put a letter in the box and was distracted by the sound of rushing water, so I headed toward the creek to see how high it was from this mornings storm. There was water dancing along down the road beside me, making its way toward the stream. I was enticed. I did have my rain boots on, and what’s the point of wearing them if you’re not going to get them wet. I stepped into the sparking water, and tromped along, feeling 6 years old again.This moment was way too much fun to enjoy alone.  I had to get the kids. They were at the kitchen table doing their schoolwork and coloring.  ”Break time!!! Get your boots and hoodies on quickly?”. Excited eyes. They followed me, ducks in a row, happy giggles, moments of silence to listen to the squishy sounds under our feet. They were probably in complete shock that mama was letting them walk through the mud and splash in puddles. They spent the next long while splashing up and down  the rain-water stream, making “chocolate milk”,  pants soaked, boots full of water….completely thrilled. Sweet memories in the making here.

So very much to be thankful for today, and everyday, as always…..

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