Homeward Bound

Last night we drove back home through the night. Mike made me a little nest of pillows and blankets in the back, we tucked Jude into his carseat with his beloved blanket, Mike popped in Harry Potter on CD and off we went into the sunset, palm trees swaying behind us.

Between Baker and Barstow, at about midnight, Mike called to me quietly and I roused from my nest to crawl into the front seat. A lightening storm surrounded us in the black night. Thick, zig-zagging streaks of lightening touched down all around us, so close, lighting the sky with dramatic electric, flourescent light. I gripped Mike's arm, mesmerized, awed, a little scared. Jim Dale reading Harry Potter played quietly in the background and Jude slept on. Mike dropped his hand from the wheel and we held hands through the storm. Watching the lighting together felt intimate beautiful, these cracking, brilliant flashes touching down all around us while we traveled safely on.

Mr. and Mrs. Gustafson

P.S. Jude is walking like a phenom.