November 26, 2005
Raindrops on roses
Dax has inherited the "I love rain" gene from me and his father.
It rained the other day and Dax really wanted to go outside so we suited him up in his fireman rain coat and let him go out. He was deliriously happy and ran about crazily, stomping in puddles and laughing. Sometimes he would stop in his tracks and raise his face up to the sky with his little eyes closed tight and a huge grin on his face.
I haven't always loved rain. When I was very young I was terrified of it. Why? Because when it rained my big brother used to tell me that it was going to FLOOD and we were going to DIE. As soon as it started to so much as drizzle I would react as if I was being eaten alive by fire ants. My parents must have loved that. That's why now I am their favorite child.