I know I’ve talked about the wasband in the past, well, actually, I really haven’t talked about him too much, why give him that much attention and space in my universe.

But…as I sit here listening to a helluva rain storm, with “gunder” as we called it in my house growing up and lightening, I remember when I was with the wasband and there was a great rain storm, we would sometimes act like kids and I would run into the room and shout “thunder, hide!” and hide my head under his shirt and wrap my arms around him and he would wrap his arms around me and protect me from the storm. And of course, he would hide behind me sometimes too!

It is a nice feeling, having this memory and it making me smile, reminding me that it wasn’t all bad.

Gunder, hide!