Rain is slip-sliding in torrents down the windows. Lightning colors the air violet and for just a moment the silver drops can be seen racing toward the ground. A few seconds later, great rumblings pour past us. Gavin says: "Dong Dong not like thunder. Aguess, thunder loud and skiki. Aguess, Dong Dong stay way by thunder." Then he wraps his arms around my neck and adds "Mana make Dong Dong happy." Ahhh, moments like this! The best of a winter evening.
Daddy is popping pop corn, drizzling butter over the kernels, scooping and shaking the crackling whiteness and salting it. Ahhh, moments like this! The best of a winter evening.
Mama is putting Gavin to bed. Then she will join us down here. Books, popcorn, the black rainy night making the kitchen-living room a place of warm goldenness. Ahhh, moments like this! The best of a winter evening.
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