As my wonderful husband cooks dinner for me tonight, I just heard the first rumble of thunder. I love storms in the summer. (Except when you work at the school of social work, like I used to in college, cause then you have to trek through the gigantic, but glorious, UT campus to deliver a piece of paper that could have easily been emailed. I pray for my dear Allison as she carries on the legend.)
Tonight's storm is the perfect situation. It will last through the cozy night as I make oat-meal chocolate chip cookies and cuddle during a movie, but it will end soon enough to still let the kiddos run like a bunch of crazies on the playground tomorrow.
Speaking of crazies....
sweet girl: Mrs. Lauren, do you have a daughter?
me: (haha) NO
me: I don't have any babies.
girl: You better make some!