storms mean cuddles!

I love a good storm.  And we sure had one tonight.  I had mowed the lawn, took a quick shower, and then gone to sit out back and enjoy the last few minutes of sun- it's probably my favorite time of day.  It was so beautiful watching the clouds, but they quickly got dark and within five minutes I was chased back inside by lightning.  And sure enough, as soon as the thunder started, Abby was up crying.  Never fails.  My poor sweet girl just cannot handle thunder.  It doesn't even phase the other two. 

So I ran upstairs and met her in the hallway.  We went into my room and she sat on my lap as I hugged her and tried to comfort her.  It was one crazy storm, non-stop thunder and lightning for about ten minutes.  The lightning lit up the whole house.  Sitting there calming Abby and playing with her hair in the midst of the storm was very peaceful to me; I doubt Abby would have agreed!  The storm passed as quick as it came, and it wasn't long at all before Abs was fast asleep on me.  Oh, what a wonderful feeling.  I love cuddles and I don't get them often.  Just one more reason to love storms :)