Monday night we had yet another sudden thunderstorm come up.      Ballgames were delayed then canceled, and the kids were antsy from     having to sit in the van waiting on a decision and then waiting to pick     up Paxon from wrestling.  As we were driving home, the sun approached     the horizon in the west and escaped it's cloud cover, celebrating  with  a   stunning rainbow in the east.
I was tired and it was still drizzling, so I was tempted to just tell the kids to look out the window, and then drive on. But, how many rainbows have I passed by, and how many more would there be before my children are grown. So, I pulled over, grabbed the camera and offered an open invitation to the van o' kiddos for a photo op with a rainbow.
Rainbows.  Are they significant because they are rare?  Beautiful?  A symbol of promise?  For me, they are yet another reminder that time is fleeting.  A reminder to stop.  Look.  Love.  Absorb.  Enjoy.  A reminder that the world will make it without you for a few moments while you celebrate the art of life.



