After a month of waiting, it finally rained yesterday. It kept coming down throughout dinner and through the time when we would normally go on our post-dining walk. Our walks give the dependents–both the dog and the toddler–a chance to stretch their legs and bark at dogs. They also provide Greg and I some time to talk about whatever is on our minds without the distraction of technology.
Instead, we danced. We boogied to Chuck Berry and laughed at each other while the dog ran back and forth. Then we all ended up laying on the floor and laughing while Noah climbed over Greg to kiss Louise and Zeb gave us all slobbery love.
There was nothing extraordinary about the evening, only our ordinary silliness that fills our everyday love. But for a moment in the midst of our fun, I realized how lucky we are to have each other. I took a mental snapshot of my family in all our goofy glory. I cannot even imagine how much more joyful it will be when our little girl is added to the mix.