We woke up Saturday to the sound of a downpour. The morning was something I want to remember for years to come. The three of us snuggled up on the couch under Mike's childhood Star Wars blanket (that thing is comfy cozy for sure) and munched on homemade fresh-from-the-oven blueberry muffins. We took our time, laughed, shared bites, and then cleaned up all the crumbs that didn't make it into Braden's mouth.
Then, he spotted it. The puddle (there were many to choose from). I was thankful we had the forethought to put on his rain boots. By the way, don't you just love his watch? It was actually one I used to play with when I was little and Braden has recently taken up with it. It cracks me up!
Mike (the clever man that he is) looked up at the sky and saw bright skies on one side, and doom and gloom on the other. He made the recommendation we head to the car, like now.
The picture doesn't really do it justice, but you'll get the idea. It was dark and moving in, fast.
We managed to make it to the car and get safely buckled just as the rain started falling, along with the hail. Talk about timing!
Sunday was nice and relaxing. We made it to the later service of church, which Braden calls the party (more on that later) and just enjoyed the day together. It wasn't a super productive weekend thanks to the rain, but, thanks to the rain, it sure was relaxing!