Water. Everywhere.<\/b>
\nSo, last night, in the midst of yet another deluge I turned to Jon and said, “Any chance you have any spare Gopher wood laying around?”<\/p>\n
Jon laughed and then said, “I bet if we did have this for forty days and nights that J wouldn’t be quiet for the entire time.”<\/p>\n
That’s probably true. J (our oldest son) hates rain. He despises storms. <\/p>\n
Now, on the surface, this doesn’t make much sense. He loves water in the shower. At a lake or river or pool he will only come above water to catch another breath before going under again. Truly. <\/p>\n
There is just something about rain and storms. But, in the same way that I cannot hold back the rain, I cannot make J see that this is all not a big deal. The logic and reality of storms has been talked to death around here. And I don’t think that all that explaining has made a dent. <\/p>\n
So we basically just wait for the storm to end. Sometimes it is hard, but that is what you have to do with things as uncontrollable as the weather and a human being who is set against rain no matter what others may say.<\/p>\n
As Jon and I heard yet another moan drift up from J following a lightning flash we just looked at each other and shrugged. This too shall pass.<\/p>\n
And Noah thought that he had it bad.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Water. Everywhere. So, last night, in the midst of yet another deluge I turned to Jon and said, “Any chance you have any spare Gopher wood laying around?” Jon laughed and then said, “I bet if we did have this … Continue reading