Voices in the Wind

Craaccckkk... WHOOMPH!

I heard it, and Big Boy heard it. Hubby-Honey wasn't home yet, and I was wishing he'd heard it so he could go deal with it. Rain, thunder and lightning were having a grand time outside, as our electricity flickered and threatened to leave us in darkness. Now something outside was amiss.

<Lean-in', lean-in'...>

"What was THAT?!" Big Boy asked, his eyes wide. I could tell he was alarmed, but was trying to play it cool.

There is nothing like being to forced to to be calm, strong and brave for a child when your first inclination is to freak out or close your eyes, put your hands over your ears and say, "La-la-la-you-don't-exist-you-don't-exist!"

<Safe and secure from all alarms...>

"Oh, no worries," I said, "Just sounds like a tree limb or something that probably fell, but we're OK. C'mere. Let Mommy hold you."

That seemed to be enough for him, and we nonchalantly continued on with our evening as the storm finally passed.

<Lean-in', lean-in'...>

Assesing what the damage was this morning, Hubby-Honey and I discovered a large tree limb, dare I say, bough, that had fallen on the back patio precariously close to the house, but thankfully not on it.

<Lean-in' on the everlasting arms.>

"Church mother" warblers and moaners long gone, whose memory and voices still influence and comfort me, you've just been added to The Thaks Ranks.

(Lower the volume on your speakers)

Happy Birthday, Myesha!