Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Home. Soil. Rain. [Free Association]

The kids were racing each other from the northeast corner of the backyard when it started to rain.  My eight year old, Celi, started to freak out and sprinted the thirty yards or so to take shelter where we were on the back patio.  The other four embraced the afternoon shower.  Leaving little footprints in the soil, they laughed, played, and danced.  My wife and I hadn’t seen that kind of freedom from them in a very long time. Too many years being stuck in the three bedroom house while our family grew and grew.  I looked down at Celi, who was grasping my hand and secretly yearning to go out there and play with her siblings. 

“Go ahead, baby girl.”

Celi sprinted out there to join her siblings in the rain festivities.  My wife and I made eye contact and seeing the happiness in her beautiful brown eyes, I turned to the real estate agent and said, “We’ll take it!”

Taken from 365 Days of Writing Prompts.- Free association  - Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say . . . home. . . soil. . . rain. Use those words in the title of your post.


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