Jonah had waited watching his sisters as they happily sprayed the hose in to our little kid pool in the front yard. He had stood there for some time surveying the process, how to hold the nozzle, where the flow is originating from, what happens to one when one holds the power of free flowing water on a hot summer day. The activities were fun and spontaneous and filled with laughter but there was a full yard to play in and friends to play with so when you are 7 and 5 you quickly dismiss this activity for the next, leaving the hose and all of its promise discarded on the ground.
At first we did not notice, we were playing catch, we were running the weed whacker, we were picking the dandelions until water hit us in the back, on our behinds and then the laughter, the bliss and joy of a little almost three year old standing behind us with the power.
It is not often in our family that Jonah holds the power. Most times we are following Sadie and Molly around to their big kid activities or laughing hysterically at Nora's insanity. Jonah is usually just toddling behind us, cranky in disposition and wanting to be held. But today was different and as Jonah sprayed us we all got behind him. We all understood him. We could see the wonder and the amazement that one hose could have on one little boy. We ran from him and let him chase us down, fully clothed and tools in hand until we all collapsed in a wet muddy heap, laughing and present.
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