I like the rain

Yet another annoying discovery in a landslide toward alienation is my love for rain.  Every list of Best Climates to live in is strictly based on number of sunny days, or the number of days with no rain.  I LOVE rain, and I love the green that succeeds it.  Why would I want it to be sunny ALL the time?  I want the rain to come down in Buckets for about an hour a day and cool everything off, or the warm driving rain to flow in torrential downpours so I can go outside in it and be inundated in that beautiful stuff.  I've never understood how people can hate rain, except when I lacked the appropriate clothing or equipment to keep warm in a cold rain.  Even then, I loved to go out in it, and to smell the plants and hear the sounds of the drops hitting everything.  How could I NOT LOVE the rain?  It makes me happy!

Smiling

I didn't realize I could ever be this good at it.  My little loves are here, and I am the happiest man alive just to be with them, and for them to be with me.  I realize that I'll have to do whatever I can to keep that happiness alive when they are back with their Mom again, but the way this has felt for me, I wonder that I could ever not be happy again just knowing that they're in the world somewhere, growing, learning, and walking around with that piece of my heart in their chests next to theirs.  So proud, and so scared of what the future holds, but too thankful for being able to be their Dad to care about all that right now.  This is my purpose in life now and I think it does just fine to keep me warm at night...

Youth

I'm realizing that when I was young I had the audacity to think I knew that I didn't know everything, but I didn't, and that has since made itself clear so many times.