Let it rain

My youngest is certifiable.  But then, so am i.  And, well nobody's perfect, just ask my homie (whom i've never met), Adele.  See, told ya - that apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

"Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain."

Despite yesterday being Monday it had me at 73 degrees.  A welcome change from the usual brrrrrrr....all day - i loved saying, "Man, it's hot!"  Today, not so much.  Instead, rainy, grey and pleh.  Still my youngest found reason to laugh, play and dance.  Gotta love young people.  So free and uninhibited. 

The sound of his laughter stopped me in my tracks, the sight prompted me to get my camera, and the final result snapped me out of my mood.  

Thanks, Noamaste.   

At first he had his umbrella - (it's all about the gear)

 

 back and forth he ran

 through the same puddle.

With the space and time

to run,

jump

and play.  

Mud+mess= a happy, contented,

little boy.

  "Life isn't about how to survive the storm, 

 but how to dance in the rain."

Until next time,
B