The roof pings with crunchy sounds, fat drops like bugs or leaf crackle. Rain storms the lacrosse field, but the boys play on.
We make time for what (or whom) we value. We all have twenty-four hours in our day. How we choose to use our time says a lot about what we value.
One lightning clap and the coach called practice early. Getting home was quite an adventure. Collin put a towel on his lap in the back seat and started his algebra homework. Between problems and picture taking we joked. We crossed the ocean at Ivanhoe.
The wagon throws quite a wake. We made up small craft advisories for the Mini Coopers on the road and marveled at gutter rip tides. The rain delay on the roads gave us time to laugh together: definitely a blessing disguised as inconvenience. Glad I made time for it today.
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