O: Daddy, will you dance in the rain with me?
I was already a half-hour late for work when O posed this question to me one morning. Without hesitation, I said, "yes."
We danced and laughed together in the gentle rain for a few minutes, and then I left for work. I didn't care that I was late anymore. I didn't care that traffic was a little bit heavier now. I didn't care that my dress shoes were a little (or maybe a lot) wet.
I had danced with my daughter in the rain.