A warm summer night.
Having played for a half hour in the indoor Chick-Fil-A playground, I finally coaxed Elliot to leave. Outside, it was night and there was a lightning storm. It was raining, too. I avoided the temptation to rush to the car. Instead, I sat down on the sidewalk, under an awning, and pulled little Elliot down onto my lap.
We watching the lightning show in the night in front of the mountains. It was beautiful.
Elliot called it a magic show. It was indeed magic. He was thrilled. He kept saying that he’d never seen a magic show before. It was so beautiful. Long, thin, forked streaks with hardly any thunder. Other people came in and out of Chick-Fil-A not noticing the magic show.
I am so lucky to be able to infuse this into Elliot. Slow down and look around. Look at the beauty of it all.
I did not get any photos, so here is a stock lightning image.
And a photo of Elliot the day before.
