Yesterday afternoon we got hit with a huge thunder storm so I went out to the porch to watch the downpour. As I was sitting there watching the steam roll off of the pavement I flashed back to an afternoon rainstorm in Texas. It was hot - middle of summer in central Texas hot - the twins were only six-months old and Noah was about two. We’d been inside all day trying to beat the heat when we heard a clap of thunder quickly followed by rain tapping down against the roof. We opened the front door and watched as it poured from the sky, it was a torrential downpour, not more than a few seconds later we were in action. With the girls buckled into their carseats, we popped the trunk of Robin’s SUV and set them safely in the back, carseats facing out toward the driveway. We put Noah beneath the popped hatch where he could stand keeping everything but his little feet dry and we skipped like children into the rain, arms outstretched and heads tilted toward the sky. After a few moments of watching as his mom and Auntie spun around in the street dancing without reservation, Noah was running out from under his cover to join us. The three of us were barefoot and utterly drenched, dancing and laughing in the street. Spinning around in the rain with your best friend, the sound of your nephews tiny giggles echoing between claps of thunder, that’s the kind of moment I‘d wish on anyone. Surprisingly enough, I hadn’t thought of this for years until yesterday, so it seemed a better day than ever to post these photographs from a session with my beautiful sister and her babes beneath a cloudy sky from my last trip to Beaufort.
