I am home today when I should be at work, except I was in an auto accident last night. It wasn’t my fault, but I am sore nonetheless so here I am. Snuggled warmly in my bed I woke up to the reassuring rain thrumming on the roof top. I love rain. I love the way it can match my mood and make me feel not so alone. I love the way the rain sounds when it hits the roof and reminds me to take life more slowly. Its dampness makes me yearn for a good book and a down comforter and a few moments to myself.

Before my husband and i were married and before we had our boys, our rainy days were spent wrapped up with each other watching movies and snuggling and talking and talking and talking and sometimes rumpled sheets. Our rainy days were romantic days and warm days in spite of the cold. To me there was nothing better than a cloudy and rainy autumn day in New Hampshire, sipping hot coffee and reading a favorite book alongside my ’snugglepuss’. My children have changed us.

Here I am with an extra day at home to relax and just my luck it’s a rainy day. There is no guilt about feeling like I need to get a project done. The rain has given me permission to take my time. The rain woke me up and reminded me to snuggle closer to my husband and Vincent and Simon. The morning was a slow one and I enjoyed every minute. So our sheets are rumpled, but it is from Simon clutching them in his fist trying to pull himself up to sitting on his own, and it is from Vincent playing King of the Mountain and then flopping on his belly onto our bed.

Yes, my boys have changed us, but I still love my rainy days and rumpled sheets.