On Thursday, it finally rained and it was absolutely delicious. Max was in bed, our apartment was spotless, and Napoleon and I stood outside waiting for the storm to come in. Once it arrived, I turned off all the lights in the apartment, switched on a lamp, lit a candle, pulled out my old, cracked, trusty laptop and worked on a Shutterfly book documenting our third year of marriage. Dinner was in the oven, I kept the door open, my needy little puppy snuggled right next up to me and it was absolute bliss for twenty beautiful minutes.
I. Love. Rain.