Rainy Fall Weather

I find days like this to be beautiful. Don’t you?

Race for the Cure

Last Saturday was the ‘Race for the Cure’ benefit in NWArkansas. I had signed up to walk in the Non Competitive 5K portion. I was super excited to participate. The race itself really hit close to home considering that my great-aunt had been diagnosed with breast cancer just last year and had a double mastectomy done in order to contain and eradicate the cancer. I went to sleep the night before all ready to wake up early and head over to Rogers to start the race. I awoke the next morning to mother nature raining on my parade, literally. It rained all morning, not drizzling, but cats and dogs type of raining. I was so bummed. I couldn’t get sick considering how I had already gotten sick with the stomach bug that ran amuck at work.

I plan on walking in the benefit next year, I hope the weather decides to participate and bring great walking weather. I guess I will have to just save the bib as a keepsake.

Well there is always next year!

Rain and a year

This week has been an interesting and refreshing week. It has rained for the grand majority of the week and I LOVE it! I don’t know why but I have always loved the rain. Living in Arizona for the past five years meant that when it did rain, it would rain really hard.  In each place I have lived or been to the rain smells different. In case you all didn’t know…I am a smell person. Almost every memory I have is associated or brought up by smells.

Rain in Arizona smells like wet dirt or dust. Whenever I was outside and I smelled that wet dirt/dust smell I knew it was raining somewhere close or that it would be raining there (wherever I was) soon enough.

Rain in Texas (Corpus Christi) smelled like salt/salt breeze. Rain in Puerto Rico varied a bit. In Mayagüez (where I went to college) it would smell clean and like wet cement. In Gurabo (where my parents live and is in the country) the rain smelled clean and cool and felt like wet grass. I remember just sitting in the front terrace and just watching the rain fall and let myself daydream.

Rain in London smelled like cold and cigars (don’t know if that makes sense) while the rain in Paris smelled like the river and fog.

Rain in Virginia smells like the woods  and maybe even a mix or firewood.

Rain here in Fayetteville is very close to the smell in Gurabo. It smells clean and fresh, but also almost minty. Minty in the sense that you can feel the crispness in the air. Will jokes that Arkansas has been making it rain so much this summer for me.  I like his teasing and I imagine sometimes that the rain is inviting me to play in it. Once I get my rain boots in the mail (thanks Ivy Leaf!) I plan to do just that. Needless to say I love the smell of rain!

This week, well today really, marks the first year of the beginning. By beginning I mean the start of Will and I. One year ago today we reconnected and started our friendship. That friendship grew to the partnership we have today. Its amazing that a year has passed already, and even now I am amazed at how things turned out. I found a friend, a partner and a great man to love in Will and I am grateful for everyday we have together. Every time I see the way Will smiles when he looks at me my faith and hope in life and love is justified. I could go on but I will spare everyone of my cheesiness and just say that I am happy and loved and thats more than I could really ask for in life. Oh that and yay for rain!