Not much exciting to write about today.

Did some laundry and went to the grocery store.

Alex had a softball game. The first of the double-header, they won. Just as the second game started, the rain poured. They waited for a little while, but our girls wanted desperately to play in the rain. Just when the rain started letting up and the coaches decided to give it another five minutes and as they started raking in the holes on the infield, a giant crack of thunder sounded. That means an automatic thirty minute wait (after the last thunder or lightening witnessed). They decided to postpone the game for another day.

On the way home, we saw a lot of rainbows. Small ones. Giant ones. Pieces of ones. And a colossal one that spanned from one horizon, way up, back down, and all the way to the opposite horizon. A perfect rainbow. People were stopped along the highway to take photos. I opted to not take my camera today. I wish I had so that I could photograph rainbows too, but the large amount of blowing rain would have been a bad, bad thing.

When we got off on our exit, we were driving a little ways when I noticed the truck behind me. I told the girls it would be funny if it were Ray. Alex looked and looked and said, “it could be.” I waved in the mirror and the wave in return told us it was him. Perfect timing for our home arrivals.

The rest of the evening Alex spent online and Ray and Phoebe spent playing with Legos on the living room floor.