The monsoons are here. Kinda. Sorta. Maybe. Mostly, instead of cooling us off it's just given us a side order of humidity to go with our heaping plate of swelter. For those of you who are wondering what a monsoon is, it's just a few weeks/months of short but intense thunderstorms that roll through the desert southwest every year. Another case of sound and fury signifying...not much. This is the desert though, so any amount of free water is always welcome.
The boys have really gotten into watching mother nature at her finest. I can't remember what I felt as a child seeing a big storm for the first time. Was I scared, excited, a little of both? Seeing Jake and Brady's eyes get as big as saucers when they see the storms gives me the hope I was like they are. Monsoon's are loud, wet, unpredictable, and scary. Everything little boys love.
I find myself being disappointed at having to play the grown-up and usher them inside when the lightning gets close, or the winds get too high. The other day rain was coming down really hard, sideways in fact. We couldn't resist the temptation, so we took turns holding the boy's hands for quick sprints into the downpour and back inside. Belly laughter is highly valued in this house. That day, we were the richest people on the block.
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