Oh how I love holding Quinn! It is my favorite time, when the house has gone to sleep and she is ready to fall asleep. I put her up on my shoulder, her right hand gently strokes my hair, she nuzzels her face into my neck and our breathing becomes one. Her little body so cuddly and warm. I could stay up all night holding her. I remember how precious these moments were with each of the older children too.
And then, FLASH-BANG, snap back into the reality of a house with 4 children. A late night thunderstorm has rolled in, the girls are both screaming bloody murder, running as fast as their little legs with take them into our room. I agree, thunderstorms are frightening! We are all awake, except Trevor who is a champion sleeper. We lay in bed and watch for the flashes and then count until we hear the claps of thunder. As the lightening is becoming less bright, the thunder is not as loud and the girls begin to relax and drift off back to sleep. I am thankful that we had the foresight to buy a King sized bed when we got married, but even with a King there is very little room left for the adults.
