Rainy Days

   It's another rainy day in the Carolinas and I feel born again. Some people hate the cold wet weather, but I am a yankee and I will always be happiest when it is sweater weather.The chill makes me want to pull things closer to me, like my kids, and curl up inside myself. Me and my daughters went stomping through every available puddle until we were soaked all the way through. Afterwards, of course I did do the responsible mom thing and put them in warm clothes and presented them with mugs of steaming cocoa.
   Bad weather just seems to speek to the artist inside me and I began snapping random photos of the girls. I thought "They will never be the way they are right this minute again." I photographed them straight forward at first then went on to photograph each feature individually. I shining hazel eye framed by a tuft of curly walnut brown hair. A chubby, almost one year old foot. My four year old's hands, which have lost their infant pudge and are slender and long like my own. The happy blue eyes of my youngest daughter ringed by long black lashes. I work so much that sometimes I am afraid that I am missing out on them growing up. I just try to take every chance i can to splash in puddles with them.