There will be more...
The love of adventuring was instilled in me at a very young age: walking through thunderstorms and down pours with my brothers, sneaking through office buildings with my Dad (and even getting kicked out by a security officer!)
This carried on through highschool (with my best pal Andy) and later in college with co-adventurers Alex & Kieran.
Yesterday, I went for a walk with my daughter (she was strapped to me, facing outwards, in the Baby Bjorn.) It was a bright, hot and sunny evening.
As we rounded the neighborhood block what started as a puffy cloud became an ominous gray rain cloud. Being already past the point of no return, I knew I had to double time it before it started raining. (This was partly my decision, but mostly a decision my wife had made on my behalf and had called to inform me of.)
As I neared the final bend, only a few light drops were hitting us. Ahead, a wall of torrential raindrops headed straight for us - 50 feet, 40, 30, 20, 10...
I leaned over Ella to cover her as best I could, and hurried. The wind shifted the drops, forcing me to walk backwards to keep her as dry as I could.
My jeans were soaked, my flip flops became sponges strapped to my feet, my hair dripping.
As I slowly waded backwards in the heavy downpour I regularly looked at my little Ella. She didn't fuss. She didn't stir. She was wide-eyed and fascinated. She kicked her little feet and I knew she was excited.
Four houses down from ours, a kind neighbor ran out and handed me an umbrella. I thanked her and headed on.
Getting Ella home, we gave her a nice warm bath and put her in nice warm clothes.
As we readied our little girl ready for bed, Momma said it best: "Your little adventure stressed me out, but what's worse is I know there will be others."