When the Storm Blew In

I drove home from work along the highway, watching a horrible set of ominous dark clouds follow me. A storm was brewing, and I knew the sky was about to break open. 

My trip was quick and I beat the rain—but the sky was a yellowish-green color, and the air was as still as those of us who listened closely for the rumble of thunder. I pulled in the garage and lugged my purse and laptop bag up the steps. 

A search of the house: no kids. 

Derek said that Ella had led a crying Carson to the front porch.

To me, this image represents something much more than inclement weather. Carson, there will be a time in your childhood or young adulthood when you two are at odds. 

Remember, my son, that when you got scared, your big sister held you.
She held you. And that was enough.