Splash the Puddles

Friday morning, I took a solitary stroll around my neighborhood. Normally I'm already at work just as the sky is turning light, by this particular day I was home. And I was all alone. As I walked, lost in my own thoughts, during this rare quiet moment I began to notice all the sounds around me. Sounds I don't normally get to soak in. A light mist was falling, cars shuffling down the road through the school zone just outside our neighborhood, the sound of their tires slowing on the wet road as they approached the line of cars waiting to turn into the elementary school. Ignitions cranking in the surrounding driveways (reminding me how much earlier I have to be at work than all of civilization), the pitter patter of my dog's feet on the pavement below me. The neighbor dogs barking their jealousy of his apparent freedom from their locked fences. I took in the sights, felt the cool rain fall on my face and looked up. That's when I noticed for the first time, the beautiful ba...

We were on our way home from Mansfield tonight, which is where our Wednesday night church gathering is held temporarily. As we approached our church land, Will said, "Mommy are we going to go by and see the church?" I reminded him that we had gone by to see the "church" (aka GA red dirt, some newly laid pipes and some wooden frames that I'm sure there's a name for, but I don't know it, as well as some flagged off areas waiting in preparation for slab to be poured) already. "Remember we saw the bobcat thingy digging just before church? And also we went yesterday. And Monday. We've seen the church a lot this week." He replied, "Yes, but it's Wednesday night. It's what we do. We go see the church." He's right, it's Wednesday night and it's what we do. Every single Wednesday night on the way home we go by there and shine the headlights all across the land to "see what we can see," even though we've ...