It's a Beautiful Day, It's Just Raining

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This morning was dark and gray and rainy for the first day in weeks. Normally it rains so much here that I can't stand the gray, but this summer has been gorgeous--sunny and lush and full of wildflowers. So this morning I almost welcomed the dark clouds. It felt cozy to wake up to a denser sky, with a jumble of sleeping bodies all over our bedrooms. Dawson was asleep in the narrow trough between his and Liam's bed, where he's tumbled so often in the middle of the night that we've lined it with cushions and blankets, and he nestles into it as if it were his own private burrow. Liam was entangled in blankets out at the foot of our bed, and Tommy was hanging on to the small sliver of space Liam and I had left him.

Dawson got up first and came in and grabbed my cheeks. "Mommy!" he whispered loudly. "Get up!"

"Oh, look at how gray it is outside," I said.

"It's a very beautiful day," Dawson said rather sternly. "It's just raining."

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