The Beautiful Stuff

I'm not really sure how, but we still have power. (Although I'm sure that now that I've typed it, the lights will flicker and go out). In any case, we're feeling SO incredibly lucky. And while Irene was bending and snapping trees and power lines outside, Ella and Milo seemed intent on doing the same to my nerves, but alas, we have survived. Kids are in bed, glass of wine is in hand and I'm feeling very much DONE with this week. Mother nature can kindly take her storms and tectonic plate-shifting and shove it.

In spite of the storms (both literal and metaphorical), there were some good moments today. Ella and I made "smores sticks." So easy and fun and she loved it. :)





(....and then I wondered what in God's name I was thinking giving chocolate to a house-bound two year old).


Then, after relentlessly begging to sit up in our bay window and watch the rain, I finally gave in to her, all while keeping a watchful eye out for falling branches. She was so fascinated to just sit and watch the storm that I became entranced too.



And of course, Milo had to get in on the action- per her request. I love that she asks me to get him and bring him to her.










While the storm was raging outside, memories were being created inside. Would I have missed out on them had it been any other day? Would I usually just sit and watch the rain? (Um, nope). Unfortunately, sometimes it takes something like a hurricane (or an earthquake) to get us to slow down (or perhaps stop dead in our tracks) and take a good look at the beautiful stuff. Needless to say, I'm feeling very grateful- especially at the end of this particular week.