We swam in the rain & loved it

Yesterday we went to church.  I'm still learning some of the "Methodisms," one of which is they do Communion every first Sunday of the month.  While sitting listening to the music and waiting our turn to head up to the altar, I whispered to JT, "I have a crazy idea!  Let's leave and go to the lake!"  He put his hand on my forehead and said, "Do you have a fever?  We can't leave now."  And so we dipped our bread and drank our grape juice.  

We headed back to Bethany Bend, packed a bag, printed out directions and headed South.  Anyone who knows my husband knows he does not like impromptu trips or unplanned adventures.  3 hours later, we were in a boat.  "Let's swim!"  "It's raining, he said, we can't swim."  Two minutes later, Lynn and I jump in the water.  It poured.  He finally caved and jumped in and Michael followed suit.  We could hardly see each other it was raining so hard. 

It's hard to explain unless you've faced death how much these little things mean in life.  It felt almost like a check off a bucket list.  

We swam in the rain and loved it.