Sunday Rainy Sunday

The monsoons are definitely back.

I could tell by the sky yesterday morning that it was Mother Nature's time of the month again. Except in her case I suppose it is her time of the "year." She gets cranky and perhaps hormonal, but we forgive her because she is so damn beautiful through it all - she weeps and yells and laughs, all at the same time - it is unquestionably her most deepest and personal side she shows us this time of year. Although it can be unnerving, I am of the opinion that everything about a thunderstorm is beautiful. From the jam-packed sky with gargantuan clouds, to the reddish tint the dark sky takes on from the reflection of every street lamp and light in town, to finally, the pools of rain water that form like miniature lakes in my backyard....it is all a beautifully orchestrated symphony so mesmerizing and so scary at the same time. And every few minutes I am reminded of the most hauntingly beautiful part of all.....the score. 

Nothing....no movie, no play, no nothing is the same without its music--and just try watching Forrest Gump without it and you'll see what I mean. The melody changes depending on the severity of the storm, but it is always an vibrant musical. I almost want to bust out the popcorn and blankets because it brings my DNA companions close to me and nothing compares to good company that likes to snuggle and ask you a bazillion questions about stuff you don't know about.

And so it is. And so it went. 

The storm passed as it always does, and both boys walked upstairs a bit disappointed that the lights didn't permanently go out so we could use flashlights and cool lanterns to see in the dark. Which gives me an idea for a fun game tonight...wonder how a game of "Hide and Seek" in the dark would play out? My senses tell me they would love it. And so we shall see.

Before the storm, the sky was calm. It looked like a "heaven sky"--yunno, the kind that has those huge rays seeping through the clouds, and there's about 20 different shades of blue, pink, and purple surrounding them. You can just fill in the gaps, add 100 angels, and you've got heaven in its stereotypical finest. 

We decided to visit my Dad and Tina in Phoenix, and admired the celestial skies on the long drive to their house. I'm sure someday my future daughter-in-laws will be like, "What is up with these guys and the sky?? They are obsessed with the clouds, the stars and the moon like no one I've ever met!" he he. Nothing wrong with raising appreciators of the heavens. 

So the kids swam for a while. I got to hang out with my Dad which was so nice because it had been too long. We just sat and talked, and sometimes that's just the best thing to do. But we sat and talked over posole. Even better.  I felt a sense of relief after we left their house -  I don't like too much time to go by in between visits with my parents. I miss them. 

Pigtails, anyone? How 'bout you, little girl. Yes you--the big, brown-eyed girl with the face of an angel that is running away from me after seeing my comb in one hand, and spray bottle in the other... 

The storm ruled out any possibility of continuing the swim meet at home, so the boys pulled out a brand new fishing game from last Christmas. It was for like, 4-year-olds, and it was difficult. Ethan beat me. Ethan beat Seb. Seb beat Ethan. And I was like, "Whatever! It's 'cause you guys got small hands, ok???"

kiss kiss. fish fish. 

The kids went to bed and I drank too much champagne. Again. But I was celebrating. There's always something to celebrate - and this time was no different. Mother Nature put on a great show for us yesterday. I like to think I was just giving her another round of applause...Krista-style.

The Mom

El Fin.