It’s so strange to me that my boys think California is, well, home. Jameson think it’s normal that we live a few blocks from no less than 5 coffee shops. William’s feet are brown from days and days and days of sunshine. They don’t see palm trees and think “exotic”, the way I still do. They’re even unimpressed by redwood trees.
Every once in awhile something will happen that sort of drives the point home. Like this morning, for instance. During the night, the skies opened, and our rainy season officially began. When Jameson came out of his room this morning, he bounded to the window, his face beaming, and exclaimed, “Rain!”
Really? My kids are going to grow up excited about the first rainfall?