Much complaining about this rainy summer. Late this afternoon with indecision from all interested parties about some pre- or post- dinner activity, mother nature patted us on the behind.

The sweet storm came just after Nina and I left my chiropractic appointment. We closed up the umbrella and felt as many drops as we could. "I'm dancing in the rain!" Delight spread on her face so thick you could lick it like smudges from a messy chocolate chip cookie. A huge drop landed on my shoulder and rolled all the way down to my hand. It cleared a path through the days sweat and our indecision.

We walked in the door just before the first crack and flash. Naked before the first boom.

In the warm shower while the lights flickered.

Thanks for the date universe. Let's do it again sometime, 'k?

5.5 mom jeans

5.5 yrs: am i the sum of my clean surfaces. finished laundry. planned and fully prepared meals.?

her brilliance: attributed to paternal genes. could it be the space i created for her instead or in addition? room to discover: words, first with hands, then semi-sounds, then letters.

now reading, sometimes giving back my words: unexpected wisdom. mama/dragon/princess/warrior.

those shoes are for dancing. these are for running/playing/fighting. you save the king. someday your prince will come---and you will swoop him up onto the back of your steed. "hold on"! prince charming. this is a REAL ride.

inside you are warrior, dancer, teacher, ruler, philosopher, jester. you need no one to complete

any.