I spent some extra time at home this morning. I've been working a little over-time lately, and since my first class was canceled, I opted to spend a few more hours with my boys.
Their morning routine with Papa includes breakfast and a trip to the Y. We all packed up and rolled out after Emmett's fourth bowl of Cheerios, despite storm clouds gathering over our heads. As we pulled out of our driveway and the water drops started to fall, Theo called to me from the backseat, "Mama, we have to brave the rain!" This, of course, opened the door for my husband to begin reciting a myriad of sayings that I can only assume he picked up when he was in the army. You know, sayings of the "We gotta live hard to be hard!" variety.
I, on the other hand, took what my oldest son said to heart. I had never heard him use that word before... brave... and it was the one of greatest thing I've ever heard anyone speak. We have to brave the rain.
1 comment:
oh, if he only knew just how profound what he said is...i, too, will take it to heart. rain. waves. we can brave them together. xo
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