Today we met up with a good friend and her girls in a city about 30 minutes from our house
to play at a park and splash pad.
Just as we were arriving, a major downpour started.
We were soaked to the skin!
We made a run for the covered section at the top of the highest slide,
up two sections of stairs,
and huddled up there thinking maybe the rain would stop since Texas is known for its sudden, short-lived crazy rainstorms.
My friend's daughter was not a bit fazed by the rain--she went down the slide over and over while the rest of us sat in the uncharacteristically freezing rain
(which was blowing in all over us)
and I couldn't get over how funny it all was.
Poor Talmage doesn't have any fat on him to keep him warm
and told me through his shivering,
"It is like fifty-seventy-five degrees out here!"
Eventually we just had to admit the storm wasn't passing and head back to my friend's house.
And wouldn't you know it, just as we were getting back to her house the sun came out.
So we stopped at another park and played.
The whole incident reminded me of one of my favorite talks--
"Come What May and Love It" by Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin.
Doesn't this section bring a smile to your face?