Down Came the Rain
A cold, gray, rainy day from morning to night.
A peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for dinner kind of day. A hopping in puddles in the library parking lot kind of day.
The perfect day for cuddling up with a good book. The boys thought so, too. The baby dragged the pillows out from the bedroom and we curled up on the living room floor and read aloud all evening.
A "Mom, let's cuddle" kind of evening. A "Mom, let's play barbecue" kind of evening. A "Mom, can you talk the guys? Mom, talk the guys!" kind of evening.
An avoiding the news kind of evening, because the stories from Houston makes my heart hurt. A counting my blessings kind of evening, because I can come home to a home that's warm and safe and dry.