saying yes. something I perhaps should do more often.

A few mornings ago our family awoke to a rainy downpour.

The children were at the side of the bed earlier than usual.

“Can we put on all of our rain clothes and go outside?”

The request seemed somehow less ludicrous if it meant I could sleep a little longer.

But when I thought of saying yes, I thought of all that would mean for me after the rainy fun.

Wet clothes.

Soaked kids.

Water dripped across every square inch of our home.

Extra laundry.

I looked at their eager little heads.

I paused.

“Yes,” I told them.

“Yes.”

“Go play!”