I woke up this morning to rain. I just love lazy, rainy mornings. I grabbed my cup of coffee, opened the front door, and sat on the porch just watching the rain fall. The girls of course came out to join me since I was being “so silly.” Melanie looks out and asks, “Can I go run in the rain?” I almost say no. She is dressed in her pajamas and everyone on our block is going to be home. Once again, I find myself worrying about the judgment of others, and I will myself not to care. “Sure.” She smiles and bounds down the stairs to run barefoot up and down the sidewalk, in her nightgown, in the rain. If only we could all be so free.