Waking to Thunder

This morning I woke to the sound of thunder. A real window rattler.

As I recognized what had happened, and that it was time for me to get up anyway, I thought,  "Well, that will send at least one of the kids running to Mommy and Daddy."

As if on cue, the next sound was of little feet running towards our bedroom. I smiled. Our little girl, who is growing up so fast, has not quite outgrown the need for comfort.

A rapid knock on the door, and tentiative familair voice asking a familiar one word question "Mommy?"

Anne answered from the bathroom. "Yes?"

"Could you help me blow dry my hair?"