That is what the other day was for me.
When the twins, Chilli and I were picking Gemma up from school it was a momentary break from the last few days of drizzle. The wind was getting cooler and I knew that it would not be long before we were going to be locked back up inside because of more downpours. A friend pointed out that Clover had found a puddle. Now Clover was not dressed for such discoveries and if you know Clover, that means nothing to her. Also, you would know that by found a puddle, my friend did not mean Clover was standing next to it. No, my Clover was wet up to her knees and having a great time. The stream of people passing her on the way out of school were giving her a wide berth and sheilding their children’s eyes. Clover didn’t notice a soul…she was in her happy place. Her happy place is very messy.
Kieran joined her and together they soaked their sneakers and pants and beamed with joy.
I knew what I had to do.
Find a bigger puddle so we could all play.
Off we went home to get some rain boots and then head out in search of a transient pond that appears in the alley by our home everytime it rains. That is where you could have found us for a while that afternoon. Three soaked kids, their mom lying on the ground with her camera / phone and the family dog trying to figure out who the hell these crazy people were and how she could stay out of the ruckus!
I could have asked them to stop. I could have easily stopped the fun for some saner and dryer activity, but forget that. I was happy being able to smile and not say “No” for once.