Sunday, February 10, 2008
An early Valentine
I think rainbows are magical. Yeah, yeah, I know there's actual science behind them, but they're still a delightful surprise. Because even when you chance upon sun and rain at the same time, most often you don't get a rainbow--which, to my mind, makes the rainbows you do get...well, magical.
I've seen a few rainbows in my life that were amazing enough to remember years later. Like the one in Ireland, arching over a verdant hill laced with sheep. I wouldn't have been at all surprised if a leprechaun had sprung from behind a stone wall and skipped across the road. Or the morning at the ranch when we'd planned an early get-away and rose before dark to feed the horses. With a magnificent Texas thunderstorm approaching fast, we raced to beat the deluge. As we reached the final gate, heading west, the first fist-sized spatters hit the windshield. At that moment, the sun broke over the eastern horizon, casting one of God's most spectacular rainbows ever against the slate thunderhead.
We were in the country again today, where the boys were frolicking like lambs in the spring-like weather. Max was wielding a garden hose, alternately tormenting me and his brother. Then he bowed the spray in the opposite direction and yelped with joy.
"Look, mommy, a rainbow!"
"Max, it's so beautiful! I love rainbows!"
"I know, mommy. I made it for you. It's your Valentine."
This is one rainbow I think I'll remember forever.
I've seen a few rainbows in my life that were amazing enough to remember years later. Like the one in Ireland, arching over a verdant hill laced with sheep. I wouldn't have been at all surprised if a leprechaun had sprung from behind a stone wall and skipped across the road. Or the morning at the ranch when we'd planned an early get-away and rose before dark to feed the horses. With a magnificent Texas thunderstorm approaching fast, we raced to beat the deluge. As we reached the final gate, heading west, the first fist-sized spatters hit the windshield. At that moment, the sun broke over the eastern horizon, casting one of God's most spectacular rainbows ever against the slate thunderhead.
We were in the country again today, where the boys were frolicking like lambs in the spring-like weather. Max was wielding a garden hose, alternately tormenting me and his brother. Then he bowed the spray in the opposite direction and yelped with joy.
"Look, mommy, a rainbow!"
"Max, it's so beautiful! I love rainbows!"
"I know, mommy. I made it for you. It's your Valentine."
This is one rainbow I think I'll remember forever.
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