“I’ve never seen it rain in the morning before, dad, it’s so pretty!”
He glanced down at her, then to the outdoors and replied “Yeah, it sure is huh? Do you like how the sky looks?”
“Yeah! It looks so yellow” she replied excitedly. She bounded over to the threshold and stared out in awe.
He slowly followed, only having to take a few steps in order to reach her location. He too looked out at the world, at the yellow sky, as the light rain shower continued to cause ripples in the puddles it had been forming on the ground. He gave her a soft pat on the head, then proceeded to sit down next to her.
She looked over at him, a giant smile on her face that only seemed to grow larger when he lowered himself. Moving her tiny body, she sat between his legs, leaning back against his chest.
He took notice to how much longer his legs were than hers. A small smile showed up on his face as he leaned back on his hands.
“I hope it rains every single morning and I hope that it is the small rain like this and not the thunderstorm kind. I don’t like those kinds.” She fiddled with her long dark hair as she spoke.
“But what if you wanted to go outside and play in the morning time? What if it’s raining and you wanted to go play with your friends?”
“Then we would just play outside dad” she replied, shrugging her shoulders aggressively and smiling a toothy, open mouth smile.
He nodded in response “Mmmmmm!”
She turned around, now starting to mess with his white t-shirt. “Do you like rain in the morning daddy?”
“I do indeed” he replied, matching her enthusiasm as best he could. “I like it when the sky is a really pretty orange color. Have you ever seen the sky when it looks like that?”
She shook her head, making her brown locks swish. “No! But now I wish the sky wasn’t yellow anymore! I want to see it when it is orange!”
“Well maybe it’ll be orange tomorrow kiddo.”
“But I want it to be orange now” she persisted, getting a little upset that the sky wasn’t bending to her will.
“I know I know but sometimes we have to be patient to get the things we want.” He waited for a moment, seeing that she was taking that advice and processing it in her little mind.
She let out a huff and backed away from him, standing back up. “Daddy I’m hungry. Can we make pancakes, pretty please?” The please at the end was very drawn out, a child’s way of trying to persuade an adult to do something they want.
“Sure kiddo” he replied, standing up with a bit of a audible groan. “You want blueberries in yours?”
“Yes yes! Please Please blueberries are so so so soooo good!”
He chuckled a little. “Hey, maybe when this rain goes away we can go to the park? You feel like walking around with daddy and looking at trees and squirrels?”
She gasped rather loudly, he had learned that that noise was a solid “yes!” in her vocabulary.
“Daddy can show you where he and mommy used to walk around too, how about that?” He pulled a pan out of the cabinet, setting it on the stove.
She just wiggled around excitedly, both for breakfast as well as the outdoors. She was her mother’s daughter that much was certain. “Park park park park park” she chanted, bouncing around, lifting her knees up with each hop before bringing her feet down on the linoleum floor with a bang.
“Settle down now kiddo, I can’t make pancakes if you’re going to shake the whole house.”
“But I’m just so excited for. the. PARK!” She jumped one last time and landed on her feet before falling over and making snow angel motions on the kitchen floor.
He had mixed together the pancake batter in the time it had taken her to get some of her excitement out. The pan was getting nice and hot and he was just about ready to start pouring.
Mornings like this are ones that he would probably remember forever.