The other day Little M and I visited my best friend for dinner as we do almost every week. On our way home it starts pouring. If you know Washington, you know that this rain is normal. However, this specific day, I had completely forgotten a jacket with a hood for both of us ( I told you I was a mess). I also had to carry in some groceries I had stopped for, and my gym bag.
We park and I prepare myself, multiple bags on each arm, gym bag and purse strapped across my chest, and Little M’s hand barely holding on. I try to rush her into our apartment as it is pouring and freezing, but she is enjoying the rain. Dancing, and just moseying along. I look back, to try to hustle her along, and CRASH! My foot had slipped off the edge of the curb and I was face down in a puddle.
While my knees and elbows hurt, my pride hurt worse. Here I am, soaking wet, sitting on the edge of the curb, ready to give up on life, when Little M pipes up with, ” And that’s why we don’t run!”
While in the moment this made me furious, looking back it makes me chuckle, and kind of relates to life. Sometimes you have to fall in order to get yourself to stop and dance in the rain. Its the little things that truly matter.
Forever and For Always,