Today was another full day of soaking rain.
After I picked up my daughter at 1 we kept busy
drawing in the sunroom, building with Magnetic tiles from loving “aunts”
and making a run to the drive-through for some donuts;
Vanilla with rainbow sprinkles.
But as four o’clock set in, and the rain continued to pelt mercilessly on our roof and at our windows,
I decided to capitalize on some time while both kids were playing and occupied to unload the dishwasher.
Halfway through my task, my daughter came racing into the kitchen.
“Mommy? Can we have a dance party? To my favorite, Brett Dennen?”
(She really said it like that.)
My dear girl,
the answer to that question was,
and will always be,
Yes.
And it looked a little something like this





And man, did it feel good.