Lightning

I remember being a little girl and standing at the backdoor with my Daddy watching thunder and lightning storms. They are fascinating, exhilarating and simply exciting. The smell of the air changes, the sound of leaves rustling is different and you just know a storm is coming through. I love that feeling of waiting for the storm to come and watching and listening in awe as each thunder booms and lightning strikes.

Never did I think there could be much more fun than that... until last night. I got to share that awesome moment with our daughter.

As we laid in bed last night trying to fall asleep, I caught the first distant flash of lightning light up the sky. It's been a long winter in these parts so to have a warm "summer storm" come our way was something worth prolonging bedtime for.

We laid together with the window open and blowing the cool breeze through the hazy and warm humidity in the house from the day. She laid her head on my belly as she watched so intently, desperate to see what I was watching. And then there it was -- a big, beautiful blast of white light illuminating the dark clouds of the night. And she was enchanted in such a magical way.

We watched and giggled as each wave of low thunder and bright light came through. We scampered under the sheets when the cool air touched our skin. She reminded me to be patient as we waited for the next piece of magic to come our way. She snuggled ever so closely, enough that I smelled every inch of her little beautiful head and drifted off to sleep.

I felt like a Mom today... her Momma, the most beautiful award I could ever be given.