Let's talk about spring in Utah. Right now the hills are green as rain occasionally pounds this city on the edge of the dessert. A city on the edge of a season, a very dry hot season just around the corner. But before worrying about the heat of the summer, I want to share a short story about puddles.
A couple of days ago in the middle of a spring rain, there was this little dude, probably age 8, standing on a street corner. He nearly had his toes dipped in an enormous puddle, but with two open arms and a huge smile, he welcomed the next vehicle that would send that puddle overhead. Sure enough, that next vehicle was a large Ford F250 that playfully drove into the puddle and drenched every square inch on that 8 year old. As only a kid would do, he started laughing and smiling. He looked back over his shoulder, mom standing 30 feet clear of the spraying zone, pleading to hang out by this puddle in the desert. His mom shook her head, clearly signaling that once was enough. Although he obviously wanted to hang there the rest of the day, that one spray was satisfying. As this 8 year old kid walked away completely wet and happy, it made me appreciate the laid-back attitude that kids bring daily. And for this I am thankful. Cheers to puddles in the desert.
