The kids were racing each other from the northeast corner of
the backyard when it started to rain. My
eight year old, Cally, 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 two bedroom town-home while our family
grew and grew. I looked down at Cally,
who was grasping my hand and secretly yearning to go out there and play with
her siblings.
“Go ahead, baby girl.”
Cally released her grip and 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 our real estate agent and said, “We’ll take it!”
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