Puddled up memories

Something as simple as a puddle of rain caught me off guard today.
Just on the ground, by our front steps, filling with rain droplets.

I walked inside and remembered all the times you refused to step
in a puddle, although your feet were already wet.

You chose to go to the very corner of the steps,
trying to jump over the puddles as to not get a single drop on your feet.

Although you rarely succeeded you still tried... every... single... time.
I wish I could go back and watch you try to jump the puddles again,
but I can't. All I can do is remember all the puddled up memories I have
of you, trying your hardest to jump the puddles.