Monday, August 20, 2012

Tommy, Mama, Mimi, Pa, Annabel, Daddy and Gigi

Good morning!  How was your weekend?  The girlies and I celebrated Annabel's first birthday on Saturday morning, and then threw our parents a surprise anniversary party on Saturday night.  My parent's party was a ton of work, but so much fun since they had no idea!  It was great!  I have a ton of pictures from Annabel's birthday party but none from my parent's party since we were so busy.  I'll post a birthday photo on Friday.  

Tommy, Annabel, and I had to stay an extra night in PA because our car ended up with a flat tire.  Since nothings open on Sunday around here, we're heading out this morning to get it fixed before getting on the road to Virginia.  I don't have my laptop with me up here, so instead of an update on the kitchen challenge, here's a little something I wrote over a year ago, before Annabel was born, to help me remember a special early morning with Tommy.  

(By the way, Tommy named this post.)

Storm's comin'.

The thought is in my head before I even open my eyes. I had heard the thunder on and off in the night, but this one was different. Flash of lightning and thunder a second later. Almost here. I look at the clock: 5:17am. Will rolls over. I can tell he's awake so I say, "I'm going up to Tommy's room in case he wakes up." "Ok."

I slip out of bed, sneak up the stairs and in beside my sleeping boy. He rolls over, eyes closed. A second later there's a huge flash followed by thunder that shakes the house. 

"MAAAAMAAAAAAAAAAAA!" He screams before he knows I'm there.
"Right here buddy, Mama's right here. It's ok."
"Mama, I don't like thunder!"
"I know, buddy. It's ok. Wanna come down and get in Mama and Daddy's bed?"

He shakes his head yes.  So I scoop him up, grab his blanket, and head back downstairs where he curls up in the middle of our bed, facing me, eyes wide, with hands tightly clamped over his ears. 

"I don't like the thunder, Mama, do you?"
"I don't mind it, baby" I whisper. "You're ok here with me and daddy. Close your eyes."

He shuts his eyes tightly, hands still over his ears, while I watch the room light up over and over again. The thunder rumbles for seconds at a time. For awhile, the storm is right on top of the house, thunder and lightning happening simultaneously. Slowly, they start to drift further apart, and I count the seconds: two, five, eight. 

I look at my boy, now falling asleep in between the thunder. I reach over and put my hand on his cheek, still baby-soft. I try to take his hands off of his ears so he can sleep comfortably, but he holds tight. So instead, I put my hands on top of his hands on top of his ears. Together, we keep the sound away. I watch him sleep as the light from the windows slowly brightens. 

Suddenly, his eyes flutter for a second and he reaches for me, arms around my neck. We lay that way for a few perfect minutes before he shifts again, this time curling up against me, against his baby sister. I put my arm around him and pull him close.

I look at the clock again: 5:57. I consider getting up, but don't. All too soon, this moment will end and the rest of the day will begin. There will be breakfast, showers, church, a flurry of activity. I close my eyes and take in the quiet. Let it sink into my mind so I can remember it always. 

A silent prayer: Thank you for this moment. For this life. For sending the storm.

The next thing I know, there are birds, light in the windows, and a boy sneaking out of bed to get his trucks. 

The storm is a memory. The day begins. I remember.


  1. What a great memory! This brought tears to my eyes! Thanks for sharing.

  2. I love this...brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for sharing this wonderful memory and for inspiring me to start recording my own memories! love you guys, Sharon