This morning, Jake checked out the weather on my phone while I was in the shower. He checks it daily: first checking weather in New York, then the weather in Michigan where my family is and then he gets to Cleveland. For Cleveland this morning, it showed the little iphone pictures of a sun with rain drops coming out of it (thank you, Steve Jobs). Since it has rained virtually every single day since we moved here on August 14, I would have expected him to lament the impending rain. Or complained about it in some way. Instead, he called to me excitedly: “It’s the sun with the rain coming out of it! Maybe there will be rainbows.”
I hope so. I could go for a rainbow.