Okay lemme stop. I love fiddler on the roof…but I don’t remember the rest of that song. 

Anyways, the other day we had a storm here and someone was fascinated.

Made me smile big time because when I was younger, my father would sit me and my brother down and watch thunderstorms as they passed by.

We would curl up on the couch with all the windows open (we had a big porch), one time my brother and I laid down underneath our coffee table and ate popcorn.

To this day my brother and I find great comfort in watching a thunder storms, it calms us.

I hope I can pass that along to my kids….a great love for thunderstorms.