Rainy monday

It seems that I’m one of the few here in Miami who truly appreciates a gloomy and rainy day every once in a while. And if it’s a gloomy and rainy monday morning even better!

Rainy days always make me feel nostalgic of my childhood in Portugal, walking to school holding my mother’s hand with one hand and an umbrella with the other while wearing a rain coat.

Come to think of it, rainy days make me miss my mom. (But then again, ever since I became a mom, I miss my mom more than ever before.)

On rainy days after school I would play with my dolls in the laundry/play room with its green shag rug (it was the 70’s) and when my mom would start cooking dinner, she would have me in the kitchen helping her. She would give me my own vegetables to wash, peel and cut.

Lily is far too little to remember any rainy days we have right now but I look forward to arts and craft projects that one day she can reflect back on and hopefully remember me on a rainy day. (Oh boy….tears!) 🙂

Here’s to mother and daughter rainy days.

Below, my mom with me when I was a baby (sorry, no pictures of rainy days walking in a raincoat) and Lily and I playing on our bed on a rainy day. Lily wears polka dot shirt by babyGap.