Thunderstorms and Future Family Times

I love thunderstorms, and always have loved thunderstorms.  I grew up watching them from the swing on my family's porch.  I love that my 18-month old son clings to me silently as we listen to the thunder and watch for the lightening to strike.  Last night, a thunderstorm took a long time to roll into MorWynd Farm, drenched our fields and gardens with God-sent growth, and left us in satisfied peace.  As we marveled at the storm the wonder of creation, I thought of past years curled up on the swing with my siblings, and I thought of future years when my own family might develop a tradition of stopping life to marvel.