Storms at the Swim Meet

Thunder sounded its warning. 

While waiting for the required thirty minutes for swim meet to restart, six year old Maggie and I took a moment to grab hidden snacks from the car. We held hands, walking back to the pool, chatting, just me and my eldest girl….

ME: “Maggie… I sure hope you remember these days. When you grow up, I hope you look back on your childhood and are able to remember all the fun activities we’ve all done together!”

MAGGIE: “Don’t worry, mom. I will visit you! And I will never forget you. And I will never ever forget my family. Because I love you! And I LOVE MY FAMILY!!!”