As I was walking today with my umbrella, and trying to avoid the puddles that over an inch of rain had brought, I wondered if Jared would dodge the puddles or if he would still splash through them the way he used to. Will he still love the rain, and run in it (without an umbrella), or will the inhibitions and fears and practicality of being an adult spoil the simple pleasures in his life too? I remember a time in college, when a certain young man had asked me to go for a walk with him, but when he came to pick me up it started to downpour. We decided to go anyway, without umbrellas, and that just might have been the first time he held my hand. It is one of my favorite memories. Would we still do it today? Probably not...So for Jared this morning, the next puddle I came to I went right through the puddle. As I felt the cold water seep in between my toes and listened to the squishy sound that my foot made as I continued, I tried to remember how it felt to just let go and enjoy the rain.