On the way home from running errands yesterday, we were rushing to get inside and unpack groceries make lunch and clean up said lunch and get down for a nap and I still had 4,000 things to get done while the kids were napping and we were just generally in a hurry. After I got Charlie out of the car I turned around and found Ella in the front yard, dancing in the rain. She was twirling around and around, sticking out her tongue to catch raindrops on it. She was in her own little world and was having so much fun. And I stopped. And slowed down.
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