Raindrops on a Tin Roof

It's a rainy Labor Day around these parts. Tropical Storm Lee has dumped buckets and buckets of rain on us over the past 24 hours. It's wet. Which means that we've had a lazy holiday listening to the raindrops fall on our red tin roof.


No complaints from me. In honor of our rainy day, I thought I'd post a few snapshots from another rainy day. Last week we had a freak afternoon monsoon. It lasted about fifteen minutes, and after the deluge passed, I let Micah play in the drizzle that remained.


The twinkle in her eye ought to tell you how much fun she had splashing around. She's a mess, that one is. So lively. Always up for adventure. Full of wonderment and curiosity.


We had a visitor on the porch. After Micah caught sight of him, she spent the next 30 minutes saying bud, which, of course, means bug. I'm sure it was the funniest looking bug she'd ever seen.


Yesterday, I knelt down to hold her and saw the world through her eyes for just a moment. Things look different from the perspective of an almost two-year-old. She's given me a renewed sense of childlike wonder, something I didn't know I so desperately needed.

She's also taught this high-strung mama that it's OK to loosen up and play in the rain every now and then. Feet can be wiped and clothes can be dried. The memories created are more than worth a little bit of cleanup.

Seriously. What would my life be like without this moment?


I can't imagine.

Until next time, grace and peace.