The past few days, the storm rolled in with heavy gray skies, pounding rain…the kind that makes you want to stay curled up inside with a blanket. But not Tatum.
The second she spotted the rain splashing against the patio, she grabbed the umbrella, pulled on her tall boots, and was ready to go.
At first, she stood by the door with Coopy faithfully at her side, both of them staring out like two explorers debating their next adventure. With a quick grin back at me, she pushed the door open and stepped out into the storm.
The umbrella didn’t last long! It bent and flipped in the strong wind, finally giving up altogether. But that didn’t stop her. Boots sloshing through the puddles, hair plastered to her face, she danced in the middle of the downpour. Coopy and I watched from the window, smiling as she splashed with complete joy and freedom.
There’s something magical about moments like that. Kids don’t think about the mess or the inconvenience! NOPE…they just embrace the moment for what it is. Watching Tatum reminded me that sometimes, you just have to let go, step out into the storm, and dance. (I didn’t of course, but I thought about it..that counts, right?)
The broken umbrella might not have survived the day, but the memory of her laughter in the rain is something I’ll hold onto forever.