Rainbows are beautiful and I love catching glimpses of them. Maybe it's because I find myself busier as an adult, but it doesn't seem as if I see them as often as I used to when I was younger. But tonight, I just knew there would be one to see. It poured buckets for most of the evening and then tapered off to a light mist with rays of bright, golden sun peaking through the passing clouds. Emmersen was already in bed for the night so I grabbed Avery and told her we needed to hunt for the rainbow. It dawned on me that I wasn't sure if she had actually ever seen a real rainbow. Pictures in a book, sure. But the real deal, I don't think she had. She was so excited to get outside and find a rainbow that now I was crossing my fingers in hopes that I wouldn't be wrong about seeing one. We hurried out, Avery in her jammies, and both of us barefoot. And there it was. Slightly faint but ever so obvious as it stretched across the subdivision in all its glory. We stood there, silent, just taking it all in. The fresh, clean, damp air heavy with the smell of rain. The sun beating on our backs. A soft, gentle breeze. The wet pavement under our feet. Her tiny small hand in mine.
I love experiencing the simplicities of life all over again through the eyes of my children. It has to be one of the best feelings. And rainbows are one of the purest of simplicities. Thank you, God.
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