dancing in the rain

Having a three year old child has to be the best thing ever.

Last night, my wife and I took Ethan to see the fireworks. As is normally the case, to get a good seat to see fireworks you have to get "there" a couple hours before the event. Last night was no exception. As we sat waiting for the big moment, it began to rain. We got our umbrellas out and Ethan sat with me undermine for a while. However, at one point he gets up runs out into the rain and begins turning round in circles on the sidewalk. His hands and arms were flailing beside hom and his head pulled back, while he kind of ran in place in circles.

"What are you doing Ethan?" I asked.

"I'm dancing in the rain."

What having a child has done for me is to show me the beauty of enjoying life. As an adult, I wouldn't start dancing in the rain for anything. I'm too old for that type of behavior. I may curse the rain, complain that I have to sit underneath an umbrella...but I wouldn't choose to embrace the rain and enjoy its presence. What a fool I am. Which is better? Embrace the momentary gifts given by God or complain about how inconvenient it is to have to sit underneath an umbrellla? The former is better. I don't need to be childlish to enjoy life, but I can be child-like and enjoy the things that are brought my way...including rain.

Thanks for reading.