"April showers bring May flowers"

6:00 am I hear the floors creak and the clothing drawers under our bed slide open. Our home is usually quiet until 7-7:30 most morning because any extra sleep we can get from the constantly waking babe through night we take it. But this morning it was different. Alex tip-toed around in the wee hours of the morning trying to get ready for his off-isalnd adventure of an onslaught of stores and to-dos before racing back to the afternoon ferry. We rarely leave the island and when we do we always have a full list and it is a little bit like chaotic trying to get them all done before catching the boat home. So this morning Alex left in a hurry and I laid in bed awake in an unusually awake sort of way at this early hour. I listened to the family of turkeys that live in our trees, I watched the falling rain splatter so uniformly against our bath house glass roof and rustled out of bed so carefully to not wake the baby. I sat out on our day-bed and watched the spring rain fall. It is so light and gentle compared to our winter rain. I welcome it and afterwards each plant is twice as large and twice as green as the day before. I enjoyed this quiet hour alone before the little one awoke and was ready to start the day.