It's been raining pretty hard all week. Yesterday we took a rain walk with our friends. Wylie was giddy, and completely soaked and muddy from puddle jumping. Growing up, my grandparents had a horse ranch and on the rainiest of days we'd put on head to toe yellow rain gear to help my grandpa "feed the beasts". When we were done with our work, he encouraged us jump in the giant puddles that collected on the driveway in front of their house. My grandma would stand at the window, half smiling, shaking her head, watching us dance around like muddy Big Bird's.