My husband warned me. So I was prepared. I didn’t know it was going to happen at 5 am, but still when I heard that first rumble of thunder I was prepared.
Little bit of background here. We live in Washington. There are NOT lighting and thunder storms here. I grew up in Southwest Florida, I’m used to tropical storms and hurricanes. Then I lived in the Eastern Shore, you’ve never witnessed a storm until you have seen one off the Chesapeake Bay!
So needless to say, these boys have not witnessed a real storm.
And this morning at 5 am it happened. And I loved every second of it. The effects of this storm completely captured their tiny personalities.
My youngest heard it first. My little watcher. Always so observation, just taking everything in. He rolled his adorable little head over and stared out the window… just watching. And listening. He didn’t make a peep. Just watched and pressed his feet into my back and rolled my hair through his fingers.
My middle dude woke right up and said, “It sounds like popcorn!” He has been sleeping in our bed lately, and I’m so happy I was able to witness his reaction. Then he saw the lightning and rolled over and looked at me, “Mommy, there’s a dragon downstairs, he’s eating the popcorn.” I love him. His little personality just makes my heart explode. Everything in his eyes is so much more than what it is. He is the reason I see the world through new eyes.
And then 10-15 minutes later after laying in bed and snuggling my two youngest my oldest wakes up screaming his head off after a huge thunder crack. He was terrified. This is my Logan. Everything is so dramatic. Anything out of the norm throws him off. Then he complained that he was woken up by the thunder. That’s my boy. Seriously, sometimes it scares the hell out of me how much he acts like me. We’re in for it someday.
I love my boys. And I love how different they each are.