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all six kids were lined up in the garage watching the rain pour down. the sky was heavy with darkness and thunder crackled and lighting lit up the sky. every few seconds, the eldest would look down the line at his brothers and sister and nod, a silent gesture telling them it was time to run out into the rain again. looking straight ahead, nostrils flaring, and as serious as if this was the summer olympics, they'd dash, all six of them, at full speed to the edge of the driveway, bend over to touch the tips of their fingers to the pavement, and tear back into the safety of the garage, coming to a screeching and occasionally sliding halt at the back bumper of the cars!
the garage floor was growing slippery with the rain blowing in and mother was worried herself sick that one of the kids might slide into home base and crack a skull or break a bone. she loved watching the kids be kids, playing together, being silly, so, as difficult as it was, she put her "worried mother" face on the shelf and cheered the kids on.
these are the times she cherished.
