Singing and Dancing in the Rain

When I was a kid living in Arizona, I remembered dancing outside every time it rained. I loved the smell and the feel of it, it was amazing. Fast forward through 10 years of being in Oregon. My most prevalent memories of high school are of always feeling cold and wet. In other words, becoming an Oregonian ruined my love of rain. Fast forward another 7 or so years and now clearly have my own little Utahn (not Oregonian), as is witnessed through his reaction to the rain. I did not tell him to do this--it was his idea.



In other news, BAB decided a couple of weeks back that he wanted to grow out his beard. I tried to be a good wife about it and not say anything, but I finally caved. One day I told him, "You can make your own decision, I'm not telling you what to do. However, I cannot kiss you with that on your face. It's just too much. So, if you would like to grow it then that is fine, but just know you can't kiss me." He went straight into the bathroom and shaved it off. But not before he made me take pictures of every stage:

For this last one, BAB said that he was ready to join the police force. I agree.