We have now been in Arlington for almost an entire month. Our boxes are all unpacked, almost everything has found a home, and we've even gone a road trip so that it really felt like home when we got back. Cairo is quickly retreating into a distant, dream-like memory. We've been here for awhile. At least for a family who moves around so much.
There have been quite a few things that I've already grown quite fond of. Every time I take the children out riding bikes, I miss the wonderful trails already. Each time we go to the library and the children start grabbing books off the shelves and stuffing them into my arms as fast as they can, I think about how many books we'll have the weight for over the years. And of course, Target. No explanation needed.
One thing I have not grown fond of: the rain. The first few days when the weather was oh-so deliciously cool and rainy was refreshing after hot, hot sunny Cairo. After five straight days of rain, I almost shouted for joy when a ray of sunshine peeped through my window one afternoon. But then the clouds came back, and the rain returned. I constantly checked the forecast, looking forward to the days that called for sunshine, only a few days in the future. But those round yellow things kept retreating away from me, tantalizingly close but never actually on the day I was actually living.
This morning we told the girls (and Edwin, but I'm not so sure about the comprehension) that we would take them bike riding. Everyone happily finished their breakfast, quickly put on their pants and shirts and socks and shoes and jackets, and I went online to find a local bike trail to explore. I checked the forecast, and the daily dose of rain wasn't scheduled until noon. We were ready. And then we opened the door.
Rain, happily pattering down on the trees outside our door. Rain flooding the steps outside our townhouse. Rain, again.
I looked at Brandon, he looked at me, and we looked at the children dressed to go. And he got out the umbrella. We've finally been parents long enough to recognize when rebellion is imminent, and went out anyway. He suggested we go to the bike path and see how things stood there, and so we piled into the car.
Thankfully when we arrived, the rain was nonexistent to sprinkling, and so we unloaded everyone and went on our merry way. We may have gotten a little wet, but I don't think anyone cared.
I just checked the weather forecast for this week, and watched as the round, happy sun on Monday's forecast turned into more drippy blue things. And my hope for sun has retreated another day. I know that I didn't have more than three hours of rain while in Cairo, but does the weather really feel like it needs to make up for that lack all at once?