...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.
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.