Lightning

When I was a little girl, thunderstorms were a family event. I remember lining the lawn chairs up on the edge of our screened in porch (every house should have a porch like we did). I got to sit on my Dad's lap while we watched the rain fall and the lightning strike. I put my feet on the window sill and let the raindrops gather on my toes while I sat safe and dry in my Dad's arms.

It's storming in Missouri tonight. I was lying in bed listening to Andrew sleep and the thunder crack. I heard Sam fuss and went to check. He pointed to the window. I told him about the thunder and lightning. Then I took him out of bed.

I couldn't help myself. I carried him to the living room and opened the blinds. He sat on my lap and we watched the storm. He giggled when the thunder came. I told him about his Grandpa.

He pointed to his room when he was ready for bed. But he wouldn't let me close the door until I opened his blinds so he could see the lightning. He smiled as he lay down.

He must love falling asleep to thunderstorms as much as his mom.