When the storm hovered over our little house around nine o'clock this evening we decided to go to bed. Chup with his flashlights and me in my swamp-cooler whipped hair. We opened the window and invited the storm in to our tiny bedroom.The lightening!
The thundering!
The stillness.
And I was left wondering again, in the dark, quiet night.
What would I give up for motherhood, if I had to make a trade?
A night like this?
