Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Thunder

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Miracles of all miracles, the ole' ATX finally saw rain. I swear as I lay in bed last night listening to the glorious rain, I could almost hear the sizzle and crackling of joy coming from our parched front yard. A moment like this just has to be shared, right? Unfortunately, my husband did not appreciate my 2 in the morning wake-up and chat session and greeted me ever-so-kindly with something that resembled a deep harrumph and box out from under the sheets. His loss... because it was amazing to listen to.

At least I wasn't alone. It seems one member of our family has developed a little anxiety with thunder. No, I am talking about any of our three children deeply snoozing straight through some ceiling cracking thunder. Because that's normal, right? Rather, I am referencing our fearless protector.

Her little whimpering was just about the saddest thing ever. She is some good company, my Rosie George. We had a nice little visit talking all about the rain and the huge possibilities of rain puddles in the morning. Hers for the rolling and ours for the splashing. Folks', it just doesn't get much better than a summer storm.

And then it happened. Lying there in the early morning darkness whispering with my dog, I am struck with a sudden wave of nostalgia - and it takes me home. Growing up I shared a room with my sister for 16 years. I am pretty sure that she too is reading this with a deep sigh because let's face it---16 years is a loooooong time to share a living space with someone. Yes. Yes, it is. But! Somewhere between the moments of dividing the room full house style with tape, unplugging the phone on each other and launching the person on the top bunk catapult like to the air... between those moments was something really special. Secret special because not everyone is fortunate enough to share in it. My sister was my early hours of the morning, rain listening, talking about life good company. We were sneak-out-to-the-Christmas-tree-steal-your-Santa-presents-to-bed partners in crime. And in that moment last night, my heart started palpitating just a little faster as I became all too aware of the magic that my girls will get to share in each other. The secret special stuff.

And while, I thought my husband was a bit too cranky last night and definitely not understanding all the possibilities of thunderstorm visiting--- I now understand. He had his own room. Can't fault him for what he didn't know.

But these girls...


Why, they get the secret special. Lucky them.

4 comments:

Max said...

This whole thing made me cry. We are so lucky to have the wonderful sisters we have and Molly and Lucy will get to have that same special relationship! Julie, that picture just kills me! So very very beautiful! Can you email it to me so I can print it? Love you!

the lowes said...

yay for rain and yay for that PRECIOUS picture. omg.

Katy Ricken said...

Aww!! I love this! It made me think of nights dancing the nutcracker and listening to garage sale with the stuffed animals!! I'm so glad our girls each got the sister they needed!

Jayme said...

Yea for sisters! And sharing rooms! And bunk beds! And special memories!!