Tonight, my dear husband and I made delicious homemade pizza for dinner. Then we watched my new favorite show, The Biggest Loser. Then we suited up, and pumped each other up for a good hard run. When we stepped outside our door, we heard, what sounded like, a stampede of horses having a dance party on the tin roof of our covered parking. We peered into the backyard, and this is essentially what it looked like.
It had been transformed. "Darn" said I. "We can't go running tonight." "Well I'm going," replied my headstrong, ever optimistic husband, "I love running in the rain!" So after stepping in and out of our doorway several times, whining like a small toddler who doesn't want to take their nap, putting on an extra sweatshirt, watching that man take off with a burst of joyful energy, then standing on my doorstep, looking back and forth between the sliver of light coming through our still open front door and the cold, wet night, I slammed the door shut and took off into the pouring rain.
First thing, I fell into a puddle. Ankle deep. One shoe down, one to go. I caught up with Seth, and cautiously, we tried to navigate our way on still visible land. Which proved very hard to do. The gutters and drains were so backed up that the sidewalks had become rivers, and most people's driveways probably had schools of fish swimming around in them. The rain drops fell like boulders from the sky, creating huge splashes with every drop.
My other shoe didn't last long. At first, I tried to keep the hood of my sweatshirt on, but it just didn't want to stay. Finally Seth just said, "forget about your hood." So I did. After that, we just ran, and giggled, and laughed at each other when we fell in puddles, and put our faces up into the rain, and laughed at how heavy our clothes were getting, and splish-sploshed our way through the treacherous streets of Provo.
We got back to our house, and sat down on a bench in our backyard to rest. Then, before we went in, we got up and danced. In the rain. And kissed in the rain (which we'd never done before :0!) And then Seth started singing "Dancing in the Rain" and busting out his suave Gene Kelly moves. So classic.
What a great evening. We got inside and dripped water all over everything and started shivering like crazy. But we giggled the whole time like little kids. :) So. Much. Fun.
I love you honey.
*amber*
