Apr
6th
Mon
6th
3 years old again.
I’m laying in bed next to my sweet, snoring boys. In the last half hour we’ve been getting this incredible rain. Thunder, lightning, the works. And again I find myself terrified of the storm, like a little kid. But now instead of being afraid the storm will physically hurt me, I’m afraid of the damage it will do to my house (and the terrible inconvenience it will be to fix- and god forbid we lose power).
Anyway, it’s funny how things change, but still remain the same.
