Yesterday after dropping Owen off at preschool, Ethan, Eliza and myself decided to suit up and go for a walk in the rain. Well, I walked, they rode.

Every time I see a photo of Ethan like this I am reminded of how much bigger his world is getting

and how with each passing day he is drifting a little further away from me,

growing up a little more.

For now, I enjoy each of these moments we have together.

playing with monster trucks

walking through puddles

splashing feet

and stopping all that fun to find the wonder of a snail on the trail.

He is a doll.

And then there is the little blondie.

She was thrilled to get out of her car and run

and splash around

back and forth

splashing

She even found a monster truck for herself.

I love the way the rain misting curled up her hair.

What did I ever do to deserve such joy?

It was a blessed rainy day indeed.
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