After a hard afternoon’s play on one of the first really beautiful days of summer I told you to come with me, I was going to rinse your hands in the rain barrel before we went inside. As you trucked along beside me your eyebrows furrowed as you looked quizzically toward the sky.
“But where *is* the rain bow, Mommy?”
Darlin’ o’ mine. Thinkin’ your Mamma was going to rinse your hands in a rainbow on a sunshiny day. Now that’s just magical.
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