They just finished eating dinner (green beans, spaghetti, bread...) and it began to storm. The sound of thunder caused the toddler to get quiet and look at her 4-year-old sister. "I'm scared," Anna said.
"Me too," Amareah agreed.
They were lined up in front of me drinking their juice. I bent down on Anna's level and looked her in the eye. "It's not scary. It's okay... it's just the thunder, right?"
She came back, climbed into my lap when the thunder
scared her again and wouldn't let go of my tank top.
scared her again and wouldn't let go of my tank top.

She's a sweet little dare devil, only 22 pounds and more than 2 years old. She's defiant, spoiled and bossy. But oftentimes she radiates love and sweetness.
Most of my irritation melted away as I grabbed her around her little waist and pulled her to me. She handed me her cup, "I done..." and she raced off to catch her siblings. I sat down to share this and less than two seconds later the moment passed... The indoor thunderstorm, tornado and hurricane rushed into the office causing the feeling to dissipate.
I'm a little irritated again, but at least I stopped for a moment to bask in some love.