Raining Love

It was raining when I picked the kids up from school today.

The children all stood huddled under the awning, waiting for their name to be called so they could sprint to their cars.

I saw Karah’s umbrella laying in the front seat. She never forgets her umbrella…not even on sunny days.

By the power of deductive reasoning, I knew Bradley had his in his backpack.  It wasn’t laying in the front yard or the driveway …so it HAD to be with him.

I watched Bradley pull his umbrella from his backpack and open it up as he patiently waited for his name to be called.

“KARAH AND BRADLEY!”…. it was their turn.

Karah stepped out from under the awning and covered her head with her hands and began to run. Bradley quickly ran out from the awning and caught up to her- covering her head with his umbrella as he escorted her to the other side of the car. He stood on his tiptoes, trying to hold the umbrella as high as he could – as she climbed up into her seat.

He shut the door and ran around the other side of the car and climbed into his seat…soaking wet…with a huge smile on his face.

As Gandhi said, “The fragrance always remains on the hand that gives the rose.”

I melted as I looked at his beaming face in my rear view mirror. I wanted to hop out and grab him….kisses…squeezes….the whole nine yards.

I refrained….until we got home, that is.